Pinpricks on my limericks are so kindred I'm ripping the hinges off all of your shin digs.
Cylindrical flow on my spin kicks, I've been sick you could never be this quick.
Rhythmics so knots I rig up ship jibs for Kate Winslet, I'm ready to win big.
I could go invis, still would not blend in, dead lift each bar my arms making your legs give out head trips.
Wonder which head kick I should end it with.
So pensive, don't know where my pencil went.
"So genuine. "
"And that's penmanship."
"It's no question."

I stay flexing.
Rubber people happen to be so ****.