My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
there was no way for him to spook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
A psychopath doesn’t frighten easy,
when a fear would rise he’d rebuke;
He was a violent slasher in a movie;
Devoted slave of what is high society
wielding a steel dagger that he took;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
The wifi connection was so spotty;
Unable to handle a common fluke,
he was a violent slasher in a movie;
Stealthy with the aid of technology
without it it’s hard to be a crook;
The murder weapon rather bougie;
All of this made his frail nerves crazy,
no phone no power he would puke:
He was a violent slasher in a movie,
the murder weapon rather bougie.
Candles have been lit in a room of seventy-two
my yoga mat is weaved from recycled flexi-jute
I am a wisp of silence in this doctrine old and new
seated in my soul, I am rendered mute
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
Diving into waterfalls of paradise, I'm cold
beneath a sky of midnight hue transcendently I'm yours
serenity, tranquility as every breath unfolds
I'm a temple made for you in this Elysian field of gold
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
In this peaceful state of freedom without roam
I sit chilled, frosted, frozen, I am Flame
One bougie of rushlight and suddenly I'm home
a Paschal candle without a name
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA * TAKE ME TO NIRVANA
TAKE ME TO NIRVANA.
September 24, 2022
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 -
Ce n’est rien
Le jour que commence avec la pluie
Ce n’est rien
La nuit qui commence avec bougies
Ce n’est rien
La pluie tue tous les espoirs de la bougie, mais
Ce n’est rien
Mon amour aussi
Ce n’est rien
L'amour n'existe pas ici
La vie existe seulement comme un cadeau pour le mort
La vie est loin, la mort est proche
Et alors, Ce n’est rien
Faites-moi une place
Ou la douleur n’existe pas
Faites-moi un repas
Qui me rassasie toujours
J'ai perdu tout mon espoir
Ce n’est rien
Les mots que vous verrez sur ma tombe
Vous le savez déjà
Je ne suis rien
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