for Granny Artemis
You're myyyyyy....
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Make me Yip and Skip all day
When life is poop
And I'm stuck in the soup
There's one thing I can say: you're my
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Make me feel as light as air
Smack my eye with a punkin pie
And I won't even care -- my
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Makes it mostly seem okay
If I got shot and cooked in a pot
At least I got to play With My
Yippy Skippy Sweetheart
Who danced in a hoola suit
Life may stink but I sure do think
My Skippy Sweetheart's cute.
Categories:
skippy, dance, funny love, humorous,
Form: Lyric
Who is Skippy?
An individual with multiple personalities,
Skit the psychotic keeps Eric to rot it,
Logistics claim I'm ****ing insane,
Clouded brains seems to fade your name,
Alcohol full throttle with pills to remedy the bottle,
Keep this needle of sin to sew my intution,
Sebnt on this ****ing mission to demolish your institution,
Abolish your innocence and leave pure arragance,
My imprisonment is filled with demons as it's recipients,
So please tell the receptionist I need my prescriptions urgent,
Wash it away with the corrupted detergent,
It's done on purpose to leave you as you were as an infant,
Such a feeble mind is easy enough to intertwine,
Categories:
skippy, life,
Form: Blank verse
lets talk about my stolen empire
the empire of the obsessive compulsive
the song the dance
the case against the world
you, the hired: to sing, and act the perfect routine to remind me
what my lines are,
to my case
of such bizarre situational ironies...
Lets talk about foreshadowing of subsection 3 paragraph four
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the constant reminderrs of what is wrong in my life
and how to achieve what is right for me
the floor at my feet
and wich direction do i take
the song, the dance, the act...
and all on display for me to take my stand, for the wills that have been taken away,
you remind me in your own way.
the obsessive compulsive being i am,
the where you are, for the reason you be,
and the place i stand rolling over unaware.
skippy
like a limosine driver
care to my needs
make sure everything is a flower to their lover
and dandy as the deeds we forceed
never devour upon the hour the necisary incessant needs
but forever need to surrender to the clover
or the flower
the crossroads of the cross and thoprns
of every angels wings
Categories:
skippy, visionaryme,
Form: Free verse