THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

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lucid lunacy in cycles moving lunar-ly
so when werewolf appears, get a ear fulla, "look at he!"
A sound kooky as a loud-mouthing wookies weep.
Monk punk, with a chakra chunk, got him chewin chi.
Brewin tea, spiked, like a volleyball tallest team.
Killer tricks spit, like that ollie ollie oxygen free.
God a godly Mollie popped, trunks and cherries as pleased.
Mother nature hater. Burning trees, shootin the breeze