……I know you see me standing by this pole, about to pay this toll, you humans need to slow your roll, or should I say role, your ideas aren’t made of gold;
………And don’t get confused with the wag, I don’t want to play pull the rag, when it comes to fetch, I’m the only one who can catch, it’s your reasoning skills I can’t touch;
……Cause I can smell something awful in your chest, and instinct is telling me it ain’t good, your knees are stiff as wood,
…..If I could talk instead of bark, I’d say don’t put smoke into your lungs, but you been reasoning backwards every since y’all fell out of the trees; because of your pollution we can’t even enjoy a good breeze,
……….You hear a burglar and then start hushing, wait for rush hours and then start rushing, do dangerous stunts, then wonder how you got that concussion.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 26th, 2024 12:20
- Category: Unclassified
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