My words just arn't graceful
And my thoughts quite distasteful
I'd rather not think at all
An eternal sleep
Or a prince named Phillepe
A mismatching rhyme
Or a bucket of slime
Dunk my woes in a trail of hoes
For i've taken it out with many-a-blows
Blow me a bubble
A life void of trouble
For a well rested life
I'd bottle my strife
But until that day comes
I need something that numbs
For I am most easily replaceable
These words really are quite disgraceful
I'm stuck right in a bind
Just can't get you off my mind
How cliche
Is what you would say
How terrible are these useless lines
They give me nothing but impertinent rhymes
Not a story
Nor a page of glory
I'll continue to ramble on
Until once again I feel strong
I'll string two lines together
This could go on forever...
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
My words just arn't graceful
And my thoughts quite distasteful
I'd rather not think at all
An eternal sleep
Or a prince named Phillepe
A mismatching rhyme
Or a bucket of slime
Dunk my woes in a trail of hoes
For i've taken it out with many-a-blows
Blow me a bubble
A life void of trouble
For a well rested life
I'd bottle my strife
But until that day comes
I need something that numbs
For I am most easily replaceable
These words really are quite disgraceful
I'm stuck right in a bind
Just can't get you off my mind
How cliche
Is what you would say
How terrible are these useless lines
They give me nothing but impertinent rhymes
Not a story
Nor a page of glory
I'll continue to ramble on
Until once again I feel strong
I'll string two lines together
This could go on forever...