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::: Yes It Is... No, I’Tsnot! :::

Tonight, we’re going to learn a little bit about rhyme,
rhythm and the flow and depth of thought it creates over time
rhyme’s a paradigm
that’s been used throughout mankind
by people like you
who...
are so inclined
to reflect a time, I find...
that can’t be confined or left behind
so, when I create a rhyme
I find a depth of thought
now so inclined
to unbind the mind
to help rewind unaligned thoughts lost in time...
it’s the design I find combined with thoughts declined.
It sometimes freaks me out though, ya know...
one second I could write about...
substance and depth and the things I doubt...
the next...
I’m writing about...
me hanging out
eatin’ beans, wieners and sourkraut!
The second I flout the clout I cannot doubt...
is the same second I hear people shout...
what the hell is this White Guy spoutin’ about?
well...
it comes and it goes...
who knows...
what might flow...
from the nose of an indigenous Eskimo?
See!
It just happened again... ya never know.
Stupid sh*t just fly’s out of my mouth...
so if the sh*t goes north...
I’m going south!
Sometimes my rhymes seem to make sense...
sometimes they’re shallow...
sometimes they’re tense...
just to condense thought to word to commonsense...
whatever that is.
It seems to make sense...
for confidence itself is my only defense.
It’s the consequence of evidence at my expense...
that’s all it is...
for one way or the other...
it’s just the coincidence of what rhyme creates
from our ego-defenses.
As for the meaning of rhyme?
Well... it creates itself in a second flat
for one may hear this...
while one may hear that!
For that’s the magic of rhyme... that’s it’s format.
Rhyme has it’s downsides... I must admit
for it can create different perceptions that sometimes fit...
a train of thought from 2-bit hypocrites
who commit to omit
respect of others!
Now, that’s bullsh*t!
Mind you...
one will hear this
while one hears that...
one’s a lion
the other, pussycat.
Rhymes are the same...
that’s it’s habitat
it’s phat
for this tit for tat
just to find the things you need to bleed from things you read...
so respect the written word to not mislead
those around who indeed feed on greed.
It’s those who need to mislead others to just succeed
yet we will plead through time
to finally concede
to the respect for all... to not impede
on judgment or belief of another man’s creed.
So, before I finish...
I say it’s time to...
well...
maybe not...
but I think I know what flows from the nose
of a pretty cold Eskimo!
it’s a long shot...
but...
I think it’s green crunchy Popsicle snot!
that taste a lot like...
a frozen piece of apricot that got
caught
lost in time to rot!
a lot...
Not!
It was frozen... it couldn’t rot!
well... unless it rot before it got caught ...
in the freeze?
”You’ve tasted Eskimo snot”
No... but I’ve tasted an apricot that rot.
So, how do you know if that tastes the same as Eskimo snot?
if you have NOT actually tasted the apricot that rot
side by side the Eskimo snot
Good point!
Then forget everything I said about the snot dot dot dot!

Written by: ~ Lc 24-7-365