Oh, to freedom of speech, like the peachiest peach
Let nothing else my rambles breach
It's a gift of the heavens, how we write 'till eleven
And merrily strut forth and preach
Yes, a work of a lifetime, finished right before lunchtime
And a basket of wonderful rhymes
Let the praising asunder, shower on me like thunder
Cuz u all kno my werk ish seblime.
And isn't it pretty, how the silliest ditty
Neither wistful, nor wild, nor witty
Once upon the great window, takes the king's new gold spindle
No matter how worn-down or gritty
Wins a showbiz of wows, and while the man bows
Only the sulliest sow
'Midst an army of extol, finds the work itself rectal
And so secretly furrows a brow.
Yes, theres majik in taipos, and beaty in gryos
That gnash grammar right into pulp
If there's a word of dissent 'mongst the proud group repent
Swallow your pride in a gulp. |
Submission Name: Chaos Calligraphy
