Yin/Yang Theory (Current Thoughtstream)

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Cleverly Wrought. Caught N Opium Memory.

Mentally Stable, Physically Unable.

Fable Turns Into Modern Story.

Worry Is Gory. Teen Angel Apologizing 4 Whorry.

Starry Nights Of A Blaque Lantern.

Intern N A Most Exotique SeXXXual Position.

Transmission From A Faraway Lost Post.

Ghost That Cain't Find A Host Body.

Lottery Sham. It's Kool 2 Abide By It's Scam.

Cram 4 The Final Final. Spinal Tap Oozes Green Fluid.

Druid Knowing Just How 2 Do It.

Sit & Listen. Glisten Of Southern Gold N The SeXXXier Mouth.

South 2 East.

Enlist Peace.

Increase The Volume Of The Ultimate Stereo N The Average Room. BOOM!

KABOOM! The Loom Of Diamond Is Now Shards.

Regards 2 All Moms 'Bout 2 Celebrate.

Retaliate, Thugg. Kill 'Em All.

Squall Of A Doll Beckons Naked From A Dreamy Hall.

Menthol Smoke 4 The Lungs.

Tongs Pick Up The Chunks Of Dope.

Soap Used Whilst Influenced By Boozed.

Choozed The Chosen & Manifested Our Children.

Fin Of The SeXXXy Dolphin That Secretly Admires Me.

Timely Is Costly.

Softly The Softie Is Bossy.

Anarchy Is Chaos. Chaos Is Boss.

Toss Up The Baddest Frail N The 'Hood.

Wired Odd Stranger That's Extra Weird.

Wounded, Agent: 13, Uses Her Last Breathe 2 Positively Spread The Yin/Yang Theory.

  • Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 5th, 2022 01:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: More Of A "This Is Me" Than Anything.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 7
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    The late Great! 'MF Doom'
    alive and well, in our little MPS
    more power to you brother
    say it like you see it
    no holds barred, Poetry
    at its eloquent, extreme..
    'Cram 4 The Final Final.'
    4 Eva! till that Finale
    song:
    'Sometimes he rhyme quick, sometimes he rhyme slow
    Or vice versa
    Whip up a slice of nice verse pie
    Hit it on the first try
    Villain: the worst guy
    Spot hot tracks like spot a pair of fat asses
    Shots of the scotch from out of square shot glasses
    And he won't stop 'til he got the masses
    And show 'em what they know not through flows of hot molasses
    Do it like the robot to headspin to boogaloo
    Took a few minutes to convince the average bug-a-boo
    It's ugly, like look at you
    It's a damn shame
    Just remember ALL CAPS when you spell the man name
    And you know it like a poet...'



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