Sometimes I need a friend
Sometimes I want a lover
Sometimes I want an end
Sometime I need forever
Who knows, any ol’ which way the wind blows
Many woes shall accrue on the head of a good beau
Not foes dealing hence such insolent blows
Rather though, the close friends, he thought to know
Thoughts erode, for they mean little in translation
For to know, lessens not the imminent sensation
A generation obsessed with tittalition, abrasions
To the soft mind of Creations intended, offended,
Nah, not really, but sometimes, it’s hard for the blessed
To bow before weak minds, in the meantime ahead,
Before the weights fetter the lever and leave head,
Severed from body like sliced bread, tethered to mice fed,
By cheese, pulling you to torture through the prickly weeds,
Please, attend forth to the words I speak…
“Never approach the unknown with quick speed.”
Cause see…Swift never wins the race, it’s always the,
Tortoise with the appropriate pace, to save your face,
Or to save you from having to do it, believe,
The words, you heard from the pulpit, never was it bullshit,
Or else you’ll be drowning yourself with the four fifths,
Thinking forthwith, while draining the black sith, wisihin’,
You could be laid in a casket, permission, granted,
The choice is yours, but please, adhere to my sad implore,
The matters of the heart you must soon explore,
Can lead you to the heavens and beneath the floor.
Before you act, think fast, memorize, It reads…
“Never approach the unknown with quick speed.”
Before I finish, knowing that the problems for we men are endless,
To the day that we die, from our birth as infants,
We’re conditioned to deal with the insens…….itivity,
Not really two words, but it rhymes, so sue me…
But do me, a favor, for all the men enjoying the Kitty Capers...
Before you’re befallen of pervasion and rapers,
Sabres erect, and ready to kill at will, worse than that white bitch
Wanted to do to Bill, before your fate blows away
Like a condomn on the windowsill, fuck tryin to rhyme
Or be even, this shit is just too real, I must be real…
Please wrap the steel; because it’s better than a raw deal…
It feels about the same………………
Matter of fact, fuck fucking and get brain…………
Now I concede, my words hit? If not, you must re-read…
“Never approach the unknown with dick speed.”
Lickety Clit, Slicky the dick in the Deep Stickety, ick!
Clickety Wick and Drip drippity drip, fickety dat shit!
A Wickety Wack Wit, Fickety Fact Quick…………...
If you can read this, something’s wrong with your ass,
Shit……………………………………………………
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