Distraction
Distraction in fashion-
I'm on board with reaction,
I show my teeth,
in a deep-deep passion,
jig real hard,
when I feel the traction,
just like the lord,
I soar over fracture,
...entice the past with a rapture,
endure tell-all,
just like ‘I sell-all,'
when feet fall,
I am still tall,
I hand the weight over to the Paul,
he gives and says whatever makes the pasture,
jingling all the way-
begging for nature.
But I have a stature,
I leave the whole lather-
on a platter with the bastards...
They entice me to just handle it!
Just fix it!
Just mix it!
Flow it out the fitness!
Come and be a witness!
A brainless hit -and -miss,
showing your face in a blink-less,
and stink-less,
blameless-
winged fit,
wiggling all the way-
with the ass,
and give yourself a boat to sail a long day...
Act chipper-
wanna a date?
Slay away for the sole,
for the body is always old,
make the time to be bold!
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