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Sketcher Jul 25
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
Sketcher Jul 25
I need escape,
I need release,
I need to tame this inner beast,
That’s full of depression,
Full of lust,
It makes me want to ******* cuss,
Use words of hate,
Instead of love,
Because I’ll never be able to rise above,
My crippling anxiety,
So I’ll writhe in fear,
Cause everything is falling apart, my dear,
But we will be fine,
Just you and I,
Forever and always,
Until we die.
Sketcher Jul 24
The F-Line,
Made a Bee-Line,
For my behind,
And the moment,
It hit my spine,
Was the moment,
I was kind of,
That I would die,
And not live,
To tell the tale,
And not give
Another fable,
Ever again,
Whether poem or book,
Because the F-Line,
Made a Bee-Line,
And my life,
It took.
Sketcher Jul 24
I smell like ****,
After two days without a shower,
Here I sit,
With my boredom like a tower,
Towering above me,
No matter what the setting,
I wish I was clean,
I should clean my bedding,
I should mow the lawn,
I should wack the weeds,
I think I’ve lost my brawn,
Now I’ve come to perceive,
The outer problems,
With the inner,
If I clean up,
I’ll be a winner,
I’ll feel good,
I’ll eat again,
All that food,
Spilling over my chin,
Cause it’s been too long,
And I’m eating too fast,
I know this is wrong,
But I can make it last,
By telling them it’s religious,
And I have to go a week,
And then a week more,
But my mom is superstitious,
I have to clean up one side,
To get the other side,
All cleaned up,
So I can continue this ride,
This roller coaster,
Taking me through life,
But there’s technical difficulties,
Halting me at strife,
I wanna get past it,
So I called the engineer,
But I fear,
I can’t fix this,
And I’ll never clear,
Life successfully,
I know demise is near,
But hopefully,
I’ll get help from my peers.
Sketcher Jul 22
The 168,
Departed late,
A character trait,
Of public transit,
So here I sit,
On this black bench,
In the hot hot sun,
The bus threw a wrench,
Into my fun,
The longer I wait,
The more I think,
The bus won’t come,
Within the next blink,
This is my life,
Without a car,
Without a wife,
I’m going far,
With my girlfriend,
After I mend,
Our broken understandings,
And premarital demandings,
Now the bus is here,
And I bust a rhyme,
And I bus around,
From time to time,
I have to go,
But I’ll be back,
Don’t do drugs kids,
Stay away from crack.
Sketcher Jul 22
Maybe I’ll feel better in an hour,
Maybe I’ll feel better if I shower,
Maybe I’d feel better if I had super powers,
Like making humanity stumble and cower,
Knocking a flower out of a little girls hands,
Falling to her knees and making her bow her,
Head to me as she begs and she pleads,
I think I could be the next Jack Bower,
If he was twisted and mean,
And decided to tower,
Above everyone and everything,
With his relentless unstoppable power.

Maybe my ego will cheer me up,
Maybe my ego has had enough,
I’m just me,
Dust in the wind,
Plus my personality,
And the sin.
Sketcher Jul 20
I can tell you’re feeling nervous,
I can feel it near your ******,
But you’re fine, you’re doing perfect,
I’d like to thank you for your service,
I am seven inches deep,
And I’m hurting you on purpose,
My **** puts you to sleep,
With the excitement of a circus,
I hit the spot, you make a peep,
I think that moan of yours is perfect,
You’re a snack, I’m a treat,
Today the lust is lurking.
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