Nothing is the perfect word to start this scribble
(when you're bored you'd do almost whatever)
Seldom have I seen good table manners
from a card-carrying member of this species.
The idea is to ignore all they have taught you
to not get too caught up in standard logic
no rhyme and a solid disregard for meter
to use the words as if they were a toilet.
What we do with the language is appalling,
it should shame any teacher of sound grammar
we are limited by our lack of refinement
Oh!, and by our sheer disdain for what is decent.
Still, we open wide and say it,
as it comes out of our arses, without filters
So you think you can do this any better? . .
Well, you might and I'd love to see you try it.
If my memory serves me well, I've been here prior,
I can actually tell you what is coming
Let me see... a bit about the grammar, no, wait, damn it!
. . . I will end this rap for sure with something. . .
I'm not sure just what it is, but trust me
. . .hmmn, nothing comes to mind again, I'm truly sorry!
I guess you were right all along, I'm full of horse shit,
It's true,how can you say that with a straight face?
You hardly even know me, or what drives me.
How can you tell me I suck, with such conviction?
it's clear to me you want out of this poem.
I can see it in your eyes, the look is baffling!
Do come again and leave next time when prompted
don't dare me to explain, I'd rather show you
that if I massage the appropriate information
I may yet turn this nonsense into something.
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