Temporary Inslamity

Temporary InSlamity Two a.m , still awake, gettin’ leg-shakes Gaggin’, burnin’ on my mis-slam-stakes Tryin’ to win some judge judy’s hot damn Thank-you-ma’am for hosting this con-slam-test As I sling slam sludge like hogs in a hookup ham-fest Just a small-time soul slammin’ junkie motha Hopin’ this funky slam betta than at least one otha! Didn’t know when I started tho… Twenty-five crappy lines could sentence me To prison time for petty poetic crimes bro... or should I say brotha…. Cause this fussed-over cussed-over rhymin’ over-doses Ain’t no Gun and Roses, hell it ain’t even close-es More like prosetry psychosis Induced by late-night deep hypnosis Where am I??? maaannnn.. time to be poppin’ some more no-sleep no-dozes Hope the Judge J. rules summarily That I suffered temporary in-slam-ity illiterarily Or had an unnecessary ca-slam-ity vocabularily And no matter which way judge rolls, just so she knows I didn’t write this slam ma’am… this slam is writing me (very eerily…) So Judge Judy of poetic tort, appealing to your phoenetic court Don’t abort this sham of a slam to the sordid slammer Order it posted where it can be toasted on glam slam site Instagrammar Cause tryin’ me, fryin’ me over crimey slammism Means death of ode age in poetical prison… © 2014 all rights reserved