"sqooshed" poems
Takin these precedent matters
As if the president matters
breakin, steppin flaking their faces
and they're bracing their *****
a ludicrous scene here
a bleeding sound that gushes
junior or senior
I'm jerkin till they beLEAVES
I'm beating round the Bushes
'til this fiend's moral is mushed
I'm not eating pounds of kush
but I'm exhausted I wanna hit the hay, so how could I stop beating round the Bush?
Sick of seeing Nick Clegg too so I guess the scenic route is brushed (get it?) XD
This is a message to peasants thinking 'the leaders allowed to push'
I've got addresses I'm addressing this to he that's bound to push
that button that's dressing the lady earth with foul and thus
destroying the planet infact it'd leave a trillion thousand sqooshed
just toying with aftermath has been body count that's flushed.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC