Conversational rhymes.
An invitational to dine on a cuisine of lines.
I fiend for bryned shrimps, smoked turkey neck's, and chiken spines,
Swinging from thin vines... Keeping shit hotter than monkey balls.
Spittin according to Rugby Laws. Hittin'em all!! Let the ref's make the calls.
Life is like a doll with her head ripped off in a shoe box under my bed.
Letter blocks spellin out you're dead. Yeah!! My room is a ledge.
Wedged between a rock and a hard place.
There's a bar on the fire escape. Pickin up prescriction pills at the windowsill.
This is time being killed and chilled. My free will putting clock's on ice.
Placing rocks on the lips of life!
Rehabbing over night... Stabbing addictions whenever my actions Write.
Last edited by High Voltage; 10-30-2013 at 05:52 PM.
Reason: Typo
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