I’ve always had this Bizarre∿Balance
Though short & stout, like A teapot
So you’d think my low center öF
Gravity would mean I would B
A gazelle ∿ when compared to those
Oversized Ogres, with their oh~so Orange or
Green vibes, but I’m more like 2 kids N 1 trench coat
Try’И to buy liquor like McLuv’И but end up sicker
Than Tigger whenever N’Words trigger bigger
Tempers, quicker than tan-tans throw’И
Tantrums after the recent disregard
4 phantoms haunt’И Shrek’s yard N
His swamp that smells like wamp-rats
Ride’И fat cats who finally woke up at Last
After fall’И fast asleep 1st N Gethsemane – B
’Cause my blood: sweat & tears (literally)
Wasn’t N’Teresti’И enough 2 actually
Actualize my 5 guys who can only
Think about burgers & fries &
Not mine Divine’s imminent demise
Like Kurt’s eyes or B’s birthday surprise
That looks just like “tools:” duct tape, zip-ties
Found N§ide öF Dennis’ car, next 2 his disguise
“Golden God” yeah nice try, Ü shouldn’t lie
Otherwise Ü’ll soon find when your prize
Arrives – now B feel’И frozen as when Ü die
Like mine Childhood wonder, ask’И why the sky
Is Blue, because when Kids question, parentals sigh
So, no need to specify – even Kids can realize it means
Every exclamation, every explanation B another lie
How Honesty’s eyes just want Ü to say “Goodbye”
Wait…where was I? Right – my öDD Balance
Like Leonidas with an oversized lance
Without his shield, when he took his chance
Have’И hurled it down the field expanse & then
Nick’И Xerxes Whö thought not one could “hurt me”
So like Iron Man & Thanos – it didn’t kill the enemy
Yet he proved at the very least even gods can bleed
& there I go Again, Again & Again like Tang’ Champ
Like an anorexic chick who somehow Found Herself
At A Fat Camp as Kats knocks over a lamp when
Get’И a tramp stamp, so sound’И like a guitar
Amp or a vamp’ bat get’И a bad cramp that
Feels like being hit by broken baseball bat
But back to what I originally meant to spat:
My balance is bad, or rather challenged like
A retard throw’И lawn darts N the front yard
But there Goes my Bizarre Bard again, card
Board wings can’t carry me very far, stars
Can’t be driven to with normal cars – but
B’4 I end up locked up behind my own bars
I’ll explain how my balance was like weebles
Mean’И I’d always wobble but rarely fall down
Like Syndrome N the Incredibles, not vegetables
Sit’И at lunch tables because of a delayed lable
But back to my 1st Fable ‘fore I got my cables
Crossed like Jack Frost complain’И about how
Much it costs to accost the North Pole’s Boss
So Santa Claus knows that I’m lost – again
I can never win – this poem has been
A scatter-plot of illogical thoughts
No trend, no matter how much bend
You try to append whenever you send
Your fountain pen to a forgetter friend
Whö exists N the End – Tony Hawk – bird
Flew – not a chicken, so not a cock who goes
“Bawk-b-gawk!” But spins his skateboard wheels
Like the hands on a clock shaped like build’И blocks
So although veer’И off course again (of course I Am)
Got close enough 2 the goal post to at least host
My Cuban ghost Whö washed up on the coast
Of Miami – survive’И the sailor’s Calamity
& finally let’И me get back to my point
I meant to make originally before go’И
All ADHD on this story like the first time
I smoked a joint – mean’И Mary Jane anoints
Me like I’m six flags flown by fags B Ceder Point
But before they lock me out of this joint again
4 talk’И about all my eggs N my basket – hens
Hunted by Ken’s foxes & Snakes N boxes
As Alchemy B actualized by Lockstein
Turn’И this spastic non-sequitur to get back
Like an elastic – rubber bands around hands
Like A Plastic Man when take’И command
Monkey D. Luffy look’И goofy after get’И
Roofied – what’s the use, G? Can’t You C?
C.C. saw C: Whö B manifest’И money
But honey, just wait momentarily
As I try to arrive on Time at my Destiny
Fated by Fae like Faye Valentine – Funny how §he
Fakes her mind, too – like set’И the precedent
4 the bizarre president that needs 2 repent
Like Lent when harm’И the holy heart lent
By the saint sent to make sure sin is spent
*
Fuck Poetry
This poem was
Supposed 2 B about
Tech Decks – those fimger
Skateboards – I began with Balance
Because i was gonna comment on my stance
But got Lost N FLOW’s trance N France, §alamance
Not like Drake – Pokémon R Imaginary, not fake
But ‘fore I make another mistake and so take
Another 3 Lefts, I’m gonna go get this right
Before activate’И my fight or flight, alright
Herrrrreee we go! It might not seem like
It, but this poem was N’§pired by Tech Decks
That was the 1 & only blueprint on Beck’s specs
So I’m not even gonna check on the wreck I made
On this Star Trek – stiff neck like guitar riffs – heck
I’m just a speck of space dust – cosmic skin flecks
Fall’И off like Dandruff development from faulty
Cosmetics – erect as a college that elects our Rex
Rice chex mixed with the corn version like trail
Mix for this excursion – don’t forget the M’n’Ms
Like you did about the toys tailored for finger
Flicks that teaches you how to move quick &
Some neat tricks to use on your chick’s clit
When fiddle’И with her butt & other bits
Better than the dick that she can’t feel
Whenever she sits – “is it N yet” – bet
Just let me eject my load N§ide with
No regrets – molest melons the on
Her chest (with Consent) nipples
Triple the tingles like Hamon – Ripples
Radiate as you clap that ass N Overdrive
What a wild ride – tried to manifest some toys
For teenage boys, so of course it ends up horny
Like corny Cory after boy meets world last story
Now off the air so not a care N the world where
I stare – money like Sunglasses – they both let
You stare at ass & tits ‘cept n§tead of ’cause
They can’t prove it – rather it’s all ’cause
Money makes most girls drip, but before
End’И it – a quick REMinder – Tony Hawk
Is a Hero to Me – I’m so happy my daughter
I departed Got hitched to his son – I Am pretty
Sure He’ll treat her right – I’m happy she’s alright
She’s the one Light I pray will Again grace my sight
–Non Sequitur–
Tangent Champion / 6969
1st draft
I’ve always had Bizarre∿Balance
I’m short & stout like A teapot
So you’d think my low center
Of gravity would mean I’d be
A gazelle compared to those
Oversized Ogres with orange or
Green vibes like 2 kids N a trench coat
Who try to buy liquor but end up sicker
Than Tigger when the N’Words triggers
Tempers quicker then tan-tans throw’И
Tantrums after the recent disregard
4 phantoms haunt’И Shrek’s yard
N his swamp that smells like wamp-rats
& fat cats who finally woke up at Last
After fall’И asleep 1st N Gethsemane
B’Cause my blood & sweat (literally)
Wasn’t N’Teresti’И enough 2 actually
Actualize my guys who can only
Think about burgers & fries
& not my imminent demise
Like a birthday surprise
That looks like duct tape & zip-ties
Found N Dennis’ car next 2 his disguise
“Golden God” – nice try, you shouldn’t lie
Else you’ll soon find that your prize
Looks just like when you die
Like childhood wonder over why the sky
Is Blue, because when asked – you just sigh
No need to specify – even kids learn that means
Every exclamation & explanation is just a lie
& honestly They just want you to go “Goodbye”
Wait…where was I? Right – my öDD Balance
Like Leonidas with an oversized lance
Without his shield, when he took his chance
When he hurled it down the field expanse
Nicking Xerxes Whö thot no one could “hurt me”
But like Iron Man & Thanos – didn’t kill the enemy
Yet proved at the very least even gods can bleed
& there I go Again, Again & Again – Tang’ Champ
Like I’m anorexic chick who somehow Found
Her self at Fat Camp – like Kats knock’И over
Lamps or a vamp’ bat get’И a cramp that
Feels like being hit by broken baseball bat
But back to what I originally meant to spat:
My balance is bad, or rather challenged like
A retard throw’И lawn darts N the front yard
But there Goes my Bizarre Bard again, card
Board wings can’t carry me very far, stars
Can’t be driven to with normal cars – but
B’4 I end up locked up behind my own bars
I’ll explain how my balance was like weebles
Mean’И I’d always wobble but rarely fall down
Like Syndrome N the Incredibles, not vegetables
Sit’И at lunch tables because of a delayed lable
But back to my 1st Fable ‘fore I got my cables
Crossed like Jack Frost complain’И about
The cost to accost the North Pole’s Boss
Santa Claus knows that I’m lost – again
I can never win – this poem has been
Like a scatter-plot of illogical thought
No trend no matter how much bend
You try to append whenever you send
Your fountain pen to a forgetter friend
Whö exists N the End – Tony Hawk – bird
Flew – not a chicken, so not a cock who goes
“Bawk-b-gawk!” But spins his skateboard wheels
Like the hands on a clock shaped like build’И blocks
So although veer’И off course again (of course I Am)
Got close enough 2 the goal post to at least host
My Cuban ghost Whö washed up on the coast
Of Miami – survive’И the sailor’s Calamity
& finally let’И me get back to my point
I meant to make originally before go’И
All ADHD on this story like the first time
I smoked a joint – mean’И Mary Jane anoints
Me like I’m six flags flown by fags B Ceder Point
But before they lock me out of this joint again
4 talk’И about all my eggs N my basket – hens
Hunted by Ken’s foxes & Snakes N boxes
As Alchemy B actualized by Lockstein
Turn’И this spastic non-sequitur to get back
Like an elastic – rubber bands around hands
Like A Plastic Man when take’И command
Monkey D. Luffy look’И goofy after get’И
Roofied – what’s the use, G? Can’t You C?
C.C. saw C: Whö B manifest’И money
But honey, just wait momentarily
As I try to actually arrive at my Destiny
Fated by Faye Valentine – Funny how §he
Fakes her mind like she set the precedent
4 the bizarre president that needs 2 repent
Like Lent when harm’И the holy heart lent
By the saint sent to make sure sin is spent
…
Fuck Poetry
This poem was
Supposed 2 B about
Tech Decks – those fomger
Skateboards – I began with Balance
Because i was gonna comment on my stance
But got Lost N FLOW’s trance N France, §alamance
Not like Drake – Pokémon R Imaginary, not fake
But ‘fore I make another mistake and so take
Another 3 Lefts, I’m gonna go get this right
Before activate’И my fight or flight, alright
Herrrrreee we go! It might not seem like
It, but this poem was N’§pired by Tech Decks
That was the 1 & only blueprint on Beck’s specs
So I’m not even gonna check on the wreck I made
On this Star Trek – stiff neck like guitar riffs – heck
I’m just a speck of space dust – cosmic skin flecks
Fall’И off like Dandruff development from faulty
Cosmetics – erect as a college that elects our Rex
Rice chex mixed with the corn version like trail
Mix for this excursion – don’t forget the M’n’Ms
Like you did about the toys tailored for finger
Flicks that teaches you how to move quick &
Some neat tricks to use on your chick’s clit
When fiddle’И with her butt & other bits
Better than the dick that she can’t feel
Whenever she sits – “is it N yet” – bet
Just let me eject my load N§ide with
No regrets – molest melons the on
Her chest (with Consent) nipples
Triple the tingles like Hamon – Ripples
Radiate as you clap that ass N Overdrive
What a wild ride – tried to manifest some toys
For teenage boys, so of course it ends up horny
Like corny Cory after boy meets world last story
Now off the air so not a care N the world where
I stare – money like Sunglasses – they both let
You stare at ass & tits ‘cept n§tead of ’cause
They can’t prove it – rather it’s all ’cause
Money makes most girls drip, but before
End’И it – a quick REMinder – Tony Hawk
Is a Hero to Me – I’m so happy my daughter
I departed Got hitched to his son – I Am pretty
Sure He’ll treat her right – I’m happy she’s alright
She’s the one Light I pray will Again grace my sight
♡Sugar☆World☮ 