Many a song has been written about the girl Stating how the sweet love of two will unfurl How beautiful she is outside and under cover She means the world to the one who loves her There's a song, That beautifully describes your cognitive thrill It's by a band called Cypress Hill And it goes, "Insane in the membrane Insane in the brain" Because if you think I'm masquerading as two There's something not quite right about you Yes, there was a closeness of friendship new But that didn't mean there was anything true There was none of that other business mind I think you'll see I'm not that way inclined Your jealousy and spitefulness has to conclude Your insanity is venomous and beyond rude There's nothing, I repeat nothing, wise about you When you present so many lies about you You wouldn't know how to be a child of the Lord You wouldn't know diddly about The Word You can sit in church and praise all day long It don't make you a Christian singing that song Any less than sitting in a garden on my **** Makes me blossom, I'm not the **** rosebush You need to be locked away and kept an eye on That acidity burning inside is what you'll die on Your dissecting of the human soul by half Now has me shaking my head At how sad you are instead It's not funny, *but you gotta laugh
Ranting poetry is not my style this is more of a pisstake of a true situation. More like a therapeutic release. Please indulge me on this one as *poetic licence*