Here's a little freestyle that I worked on with my brother for a bit of a laugh.
(My Brother)
1 2 1 2 I got a big ting to stick inside ah you,
In your poo blue and vainy true.
(Neowl)
Yo fool, I'll hit you with a shoe,
If you come at me with your goo,
You know it's true, I got da rules!
(My Brother)
I will make you drool, slap you with my tool,
Leave you in a blood pool then sniff some glue.
(Neowl)
Low snooze, before you slumber with your crew,
Take away all those mews,
And cue - the fortune of those fools, you'll be shivering and blue.
(My Brother)
As you said that my dick grew.
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Tuesday, 6 September 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Clipped Wings
Here's a short poem I wrote recently:
She calls me her angel, yet I'm unable to fly,
I'll always be longing, to touch that night sky,
My life's always complicated, Oh how I ask "why?"
Don't care for the solemn things, now let's all get high.
I wander 'till my feet ache, and speaketh my mind,
No stepping back, spread that good vibe,
All the while wondering, "my time will be nigh",
She calls me her angel, yet I'm unable to fly.
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