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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
Blue orchid. Thumping bass pedal,
I'm dumb. I enjoy Winter. I employ mettle.
This wave isn't as fun as the last. If I keep thumping the past
maybe some nostalgia will spill out, and I'll write it up as a rap.
It's about as fun as pushing your thumb on a tack. These are dog days.
There's only so many ways to shoehorn gossamer, coffee, and cross-legged
in a text verse. And I'm much too sober for carrying schemes perfectly.
Nary. I should be off, finding a Mary in which to bury my dreams.
Or in a field. Urgently. Not toiling, trolling away on the deserted lime green,
but I'm disenfranchised enough, currently. I'm equipped with rhyme schemes!
In the running for ninth place! in a hobby Eminem doesn't pay child support for
but #1 in the power ranks for 'Who can be more bored?'
My creativity's dried up. Exasperated at five.
I just want to rest, lift, and look for the next challenge to find.
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Then you should try drinking up a thousand gallons of wine
Intertwined with trying to walk the sobriety line and act fine
Embrace the denial and swear the problem is theirs not mine
Look out for the wall, stumble, fall and bounce like a basketball
The ground just had to act like an ass and start a nasty brawl