Echo chamber. Let go danger. Steatopygia. They had no idea. I'm the nicest since Dionysius. The second well-paid, all of a sudden self-made. Rugged interdependence: lovers stand at the entrance, arms folded. Would it be blasphemy to ask you to shake that assphemy? Ayurvedic medicine, the flyer way to better skin. Five fingers divided cant even high five. Five fingers together can keep them all alive. But Mr. Fisticuffs didn't get dissed enough. We gotta listen to criticism-- a slap on the wrist isn't a bluff. There’s always room for humility. I got inhuman skills for you still to see. There's perfect settings all around. Tightropes pulled together make for solid ground. Double up on math and gym to graduate sooner. I wish someone had told me that before I was a Junior.
OPEN MIKE EAGLE:
They should call it L’apostrophe. It’s the capital of apple sauce and white wine. I saw a light shine. It was a beacon from the Keystone Pipeline. So then I got lost or maybe dropped off. It’s all a haze in the days since it popped off. My soul waves from the graves of the Choctaw. They always call. The old phase wanna run toward baseball. The new brains weren’t certain yesterday is gone cuz the time that we were slaves isn’t way off. I won’t play golf. I won’t pray to the sky and take days off. I wont wait to decide. I won’t sway to the side like my uncle that died of AIDS from putting needles in his veins raw. I like to hang around people with the same flaws in a roller coaster made out of chainsaws. Busta was right ‘cause everything remained raw.
Hey ya, got you all in check like a small insect. A veteran in rhetoric can pass a strange law. “Declined to indict” reminds me I’m “white.” Euphemism infuse a schism in truth and wisdom. “Decline to indict,” a new euphemism taken to filthy heights. Come Michael play in the milky night. How wrong can we say stuff and still be right? Like “organic evaporated cane juice.” Your brain boost is my main use. With each heartbeat repeated and fart meat excreted, I spark offense against the dark arts’ heat. Neat! Hindsight’s a divine right. So stay untrue to yourself and think your forethought through. Acknowledge we’re all brainwashed and you’re not you.
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