The bongo has so many rhymes.
It’s a shame to miss them out.
But this is tasked and asked of me.
No one knows how hard this is.
With clenched teeth, this pen does write;
Oh, bongo longo dongo!
Who’s driving the damn car today?
I’m lost on this runaway train;
Loose on the tracks please don’t stop,
speed right through every emotion;
Roll on, quickly skip the replay,
for my sake don’t make me explain;
Bequeath me a fluid backdrop,
peace lies within constant motion;
Volume up let the system play,
find your heat in loco motion.
Y yo loco loco..
Could it be wrong to kick back and just write?
What’s your passion?
I’ve gotta a lot of thoughts
I’ve got a lot of plans;
There’s a real one in your reflection,
money doesn’t make you real;
Eyes on the prize when it’s make or break,
I’m gonna take the game and change it;
Y Yo loco loco..
I’m a Kamikaze
crashing into everything;
Loco loco.. All eyes on me.
ruthless proportions
midnight feast on emotions
rebirth from curses
Sighting the clearness
of your bright green eyes,
I realized...
My love
for you
is utterly blind...!
I'm just an ordinary man,
latin barking in south american way
and i say : Soy loco por ti America,
soy loco mis amores...
Yes I'm crazy for love,
but I don't have money in the bank,
but I have relevant friends,
and many without much importance,
but they're people, and I'm crazy
by people from all over the world...
So i continue writing
for us to be all
friends... !
God save Americas!
what was going
through your
mind when
you tied
her to
the
tracks
i think i can
i think i can
this just in the
prediction of
today's
weather
as i walk in
from outside
where the sky
is like a grey layered
blanket but with
no chance of a
covering of
snow for i
just saw
fly by a
great
blue
heron
headed
for the pond
knowing all along
his feet won't slip on
the nonexistent ice
be my engineer
heat me to
boiling
open my mouth
stoke my fire
shoveling
words in
but save
one
chunk of
coal that
was
heated
but now
has cooled
and as is time
for all time
this will be
ours as coal
becomes a
diamond
that fox
thought
he was
a wolf
in sheep's
clothing
diagnosis
cross
dressing
with
an identity
crisis
look at that
doe so close
to the road
panhandling
just for a
buck
look at
that possum
gratefully
playing Jerry
Garcia
i hear
a squirrel
barking up
a tree
he must
be nuts
it's a
birch
she
is loca
me
i'm loco
she
is loca dulce
me
i'm locoer
she
is loca por el amor
me
i'm locoerer
she
is mi sueño loco de esperanza
me
i'm locoest
did
you
say
locusts
the eighth
plague and yet
i plague of allegiance
to the gag orders against her
Red wine
Is a reasonable
Facsimile
For sanity
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