Sunday, August 22, 2010

rhyme I thought was good

You sexy hot mamma of verse in the universe
the one who toils by his lonesome, everything simple
till you win...

stay single, sell a million records
simpler is, becoming a lyrisist around the canberra region
we've all gatta secret
seek and you shall find
but rarely do you
come and try...

to stop people pissing me off
too skilled to attept a skilled attempt
to knock you off balance
wifout killing you.

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