A Tour of My ThoughtsMature

Seriously?

I cant comprehend it, as I cannot end it, my life is bending, Ive hit a corner, I can no longer be a mourner.

Seriously?

Whats wrong with me. I cannot escape the fact it resides within me. Bin me? I deserve it as I drag at the heels of the deprived.

Seriously?

Since when did I complain. I prefere to maime. Its less complicated. And thus I am disapropriated. The fact of the matter still lays the same. Dobbie likes to maime, like me.

Seriously?

Referencing the boy who refused to die. Why? 'Cause I admire that boy. He lived and therefore did not die. And maybe disproving pie, as I so faithfully believed before that faithful Hi.

Seriously?

Avoiding the topic? Its epic and unmeasureable. So large it could be considered treasurable. It could bail Greece out and bring peace round.

Seriously?

In debt, outstretched I want to get off this topic. Its a mess. An A1 shit contest. As for me, I am going to watch MTV whilst listening to my MP3. Because if we are honest Kerrang is the best, blows up the rest in the test.

Seriously?

Orange rhymes with nothing but "with" rhymes with bit, by a hairless fish cat.

Seriously?

I feel like I fell straight into Hell. Quick ring the alarm bell. Its hot and toastie, like the inside of a burnt roastie.

Seriously?

Like my inspiration is ignorant. This poem is topless like the sun drenched UV buffoons that are going to fly high like hot friggin air balloons.

Seriously?

What am I gonna do. Oh shit, I need the loo. No its not a poo. You sick cookoo.

Seriously?

Take a joke. Its not like a poke. There wont be a Facebook feud or status seige. But there will be a full on assault on your kitchen and favourite satee. Mark me. I shall not lie. As you shall see.

Seriously?

It still has not ended. And now its just mended. Rhyming has been up-ended. Full on suspended.

Purple...

The End

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