… shake it baby
Keys to unsilence the drama
a happen ing in my Soviet Russian impersona
caricature is classic!
Say what is on yo mind…
why don’t ya.
too many interests’
Too little time.
I can’t rap
But I do
70% water — can’t make this shit up…
Scientists don’t discriminate-
unless this stream is already filled up
outtuned’Ed by the original televised chooners
First and foremost a clickity clackety mandated muse.
Take note — one way to scale down the itchy scratchy post
it gets a bit cameras in your face-
Porno time ?
These nuts ogle for a trace.
Mind seemingly souring to this distaste.
cos she has no form
other than to
intro- apple -genuisly feed
One day worthy for the First Lady to perform ?
It’s not all in my head
Shucks… Big up,Daisy noted
‘mo brain mo crane’
Fly to the East
Sigh to the West
side with the South
Hustle with the true north.
Whatever get’s her typing
It’s all a bit willowy
Throw in a hillbilly (?)
if it gets these words making some…
ain’t apologising for being an invader of my own space.
ha ha when you cha cha.
Giblets strutting down this street
Shaking their tail feathers to those with the Harmonised feet.
chiming Dutch bells
Her the time is for her inner She-era.
The mice may be chasing that scatty cat.
She speaks fluent meow-skies — knows a few tings concerning species ruled by the One Count-Ah! Ah!
Give this a ball a bat.
If you’ve caught up …
Tell her where she lost the plot.
hint Where is she at?
doing the wiggle worm , 8 years young?
‘ maybe I’m a kid ‘— kidders rights to think
‘maybe I am shit hot.’
Child hood is bliss.
Impervious to the nonsense .
Tolerate her apparent nonchalance.
she winds down
Scratches for more.
grasps the idea of throw your hands in the air
Hit, publish — these words
have no shame, in saying
I don’t care.
Be content to have your own flair.