Random Rhymes #1

Stop it, read it, clock it,

Done deal with a rat's spiel, that's a new reel on your locket.

Your locket, my lock-it.

Done lost the key,

Need a new God on my cockpit.

Weave a new law in my socket.

Oh say, can you see,

We're aggravated, so we sock-it.

Rock-it, Rock-em Sock-Em

Rolling over heavy,

Thinking time's got an edge like a mental machete.

Seeking my transgressions over easy,

eggs are ready.

Knife and fork are settled,

stomach's steady

but the palms are sweaty:

what he wouldn't give to eat Eminem's mom's spaghetti.

He's sour, fed lies about a false white power,

Light bills due, mind does a waltz for five hours.

Undoubtedly, he sings about a new day,

every new day, but what about the new day

that's fucking stuck and blocking up his airway?

Stop it and read it and weep about snowy hypocrites:

speak.

Alert the press about the rodent turds of yesteryear

and forbid the world to see another herd go disappear.

Pettiness can get you everywhere beneath the system,

what you wear, what's your wares? And proceed to resist him.

Holes are worn in our souls like we bowl for credits.

Knocking polls, making goals, when our own home discredits.

Fit to fight another man's wars, praise will get it,

Then we come home to die alone. Free? Forget it.

Touchdown, our friends: we cannot win.

Touchdown, our friends: you cannot sin.

Touchdown, the tackle was a go.

Touchdown, you're loved more than you know.

New York is bigger than the rest,

suffering from cardiac arrest,

loving Liberty a little less,

resisting sense results in death.

We go off to see the Jets,

kneeling down before us while depressed.

Nation starts to cough out in distress,

while the leader soars off in his jets.

Cool your jets, cool your systems,

because the day will end and we'll never miss him.

Money dwindles in our head,

swindling our debt, drowning us in bed.

These are just thoughts that I'm thinking

today, are thoughts that I'm drinking,

today, just thoughts unblinking today.

And as your mind begins to blossom,

don't let your thalamus play possum.