[dull boy]

I got a house warming gift for you and your spouse.
‘cause you may put a roof over her head, but mine gets the roof of her mouth.

edit: Fuck it. I’m rooting canals. It’s a clean sweep with a broom in her bowels.
Juices come out but they’re mucus’s. Brown. Called it lube and I trounced.
I just fucking moo’d at a cow like we were feuding. Abusive and loud
in any room I’m allowed. Not aloud? I’ll supe up the sound.

Edit: Mutant with vowels, nouns, or any other suitable styles.
Assume I ain’t human. What I compute and pronounce
is lunacy usually found in padded rooms being howled

Edit: Every beat laid vocals to is cleverly approached. I spew
letters schemed and sewn so smooth there’s never seams, just open loops
to set these things my soul produced. To let off steam and focus, too.