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Sometimes I get a thinkin’ About all in life that’s stinkin’ And yet at other times I start spewing out rhymes Some parts cease to make sense But they serve as emotional vents For my feelings on the day That have been held at bay Yet to think I could compress All of my stress Into a few simple lines People must be out of their minds Yet that ain’t what this is about This isn’t a way to shout For help or attention Its just here to mention Anything in my head From baked beans to bread Or a man without a clue To why he’s coughing up glue It could be about An animal’s snout Or maybe sometimes I think About the color pink Perhaps there was a thought About a battle that was fought Between a chair and a lamp And a fat kid at camp Maybe there’s a story All ****** and gory Of an accidental chop Taking the head of a fop And there’s the Grim Reaper Taking the soul of a sleeper Who wakes up to find He has retained his mind I could write like this ‘til the end of time About Bigfoot or cupcakes or the hind of a mime But eventually I’ll cease And maybe then I’ll find peace For anything out of my imagination Could have laid the foundation For these things I have penned And thusly I finish with a simple The End
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
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Sometimes I get a thinkin’ About all in life that’s stinkin’ And yet at other times I start spewing out rhymes Some parts cease to make sense But they serve as emotional vents For my feelings on the day That have been held at bay Yet to think I could compress All of my stress Into a few simple lines People must be out of their minds Yet that ain’t what this is about This isn’t a way to shout For help or attention Its just here to mention Anything in my head From baked beans to bread Or a man without a clue To why he’s coughing up glue It could be about An animal’s snout Or maybe sometimes I think About the color pink Perhaps there was a thought About a battle that was fought Between a chair and a lamp And a fat kid at camp Maybe there’s a story All ****** and gory Of an accidental chop Taking the head of a fop And there’s the Grim Reaper Taking the soul of a sleeper Who wakes up to find He has retained his mind I could write like this ‘til the end of time About Bigfoot or cupcakes or the hind of a mime But eventually I’ll cease And maybe then I’ll find peace For anything out of my imagination Could have laid the foundation For these things I have penned And thusly I finish with a simple The End
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
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