“Wow – it got quiet” at 7:04
While sitting on the floor
Facing an open sliding door
But wait! There’s even more
Like how 1 my of my Avatars B Averroes, the Moor
While another is a male escort
What’d you expect? Me 2 B a bore?
Well, my friend, what I’ve got N store
Don’t worry about writing your report
Since the sights tonight will all but ensure
You will B begging Me 4 many more encores
Like every girl I bed, not wed – ’cause I fuck like whore
I can’t blame Ü – clear 2 C: even Whö adores
Me – Her favorite kid of those §he claims 2 love “equally,” for
Though the thought is nice, no one could really ignore
The red carpet rolled out N front of Me no matter the floor
#blessed 2 B graced by my grimace & chiseled face, while my drip pours
Like Niagara Falls as I kick my soccer ball into a for
-est filled with little furry bears like Endor
As pea soup fog & miasmic mists spray like piss or
A twisted spigot that was rigged t’ exhibit sea shore
Water levels at high tide rising faster than Me with a girl, about 2 score
Who I paid extra-extra like newies so I don’t wake up with sores
But before
I take Time’s test any further beyond question #4
I need 2 correct my mistakes I made N my core
Calculation of cost 2 locate & evacuate a mine’s ore
Both quicksilver & slow gold, malleable, not hard nor
Soft – and when it’s wet, get set 2 lose respect toward
Logoc’s postulates & Thermodynamic theory – sure
Entropy is ever growing – but so R We – Like a tree with acorns
We can go beyond entropy & infinity & become the form
Of something strange & far outside the norm
Like finding a recently dead body – still warm
There’s a killer on the loose – I better go warn
The cops – wait, they’ll end up starting a race war
Well, shit – that only leaves me 2 flee on a rowboat with no oars
How do they expect Me 2 achieve the speed I need 2 succeed & endure
Long enough 2 not only C, but becoming a rider on the storm
Like one of my favorite bands – The Doors
Whose lead singer is Jim Morr-
-ison – well, he was – RIP – I’m lucky not 2 join the 27 club, sor-
-ta…I don’t want talk about it – back 2 Jim – poor
Guy – He had such an incredible Life ahead of – nor-
-mal never knew just how strange He was – strange seeped outa his pores
Similar to a sponge or pot – clay, not green – they’re both por-
-ous, though only a sponge is absorbent as the seafloor
Inhabitor
Named Robert Pants, though is know by his features
What a geometric posture & colorful personality, though can B coward-
-ly, but hey – that’s Yellow (like hay) for you – tangent, cool? Like hoar
That happens when cold enough 2 C Me breathe outdoors
But right now I can C it indoors
Not even that chilly, kinda spooky like Danny Phantom – you sure
There isn’t a ghost beneath your floorboards?
If you’re haunted, maybe we should cut your
MTV Cribs house tour
And focus on something else 2 explore
Like finally dabbling N hor
-oscopes – I hear that Taur-
-us is of the element called earth
Unlike Pokémon’s normal Vers
-ion named Taur-
-os – meaning feeling grounded like an anchor
Like Soft & Wet – and is Pink as Paisley Park doing parkaur
Like they’re the Avatar after Aang – Kor-
-ra, catapulting through Capital City ’til eventually ending N a park or
Some sort
Of green space – how’d we get here? I’m supposed 2 get milk at the store
Normally my Mother
Likes to go grocer-
-y shopping at Aldi – but my Father
Prefers the Krogers
So, which should I support?
I don’t know – does it really even matter?
I’ll just follow the flow of the Force
Like I Am Darth Vader
On a broken down mall escalator
Choking the shit outta the maintenence man named Norm
So with that I’ve decided 2 take a step back & blue-ball the Red Rhymers
By making a rhythmic switch N the sitch-
-uation surrounding Mitch
Only away from making it by a stitch
Ironically, a scar away from falling apart – rich
How funny it must B, watching him twitch
How will He get over so dusty a ditch?
So now B considering the adoption of Stitch
Life’s rapid rates: undone, Death N stasis like a lich
Yet I just missed out on another chance 2 ditch
This new rhyme scheme conjured by a witch
Named Trish – known as “magical bitch”
With Her athlete’s foot, and an itch
Of uncertainty, wanting a twist
And yet – just wished 4 fresh fish
2 B their friends, not food, like Bruce
Who had tried 2 form a truce
Though it was no use
Like I Am Silver, meaning Dumb
Fuck Poetry, I’m done
With this run
Have fun
With some numb
Words’ rhyming by Me
Though, deciding 2 actually
Circle back on a counterattack
Returning 2 Time’s original designs
Of Rhyme & Reason 4 the §weet season
So choosing a conclusion & ending with this
–Non Sequitur–
♡Sugar☆World☮ 