Good evening,
I'm negative inner talking
I thwart you at the outset
I like to talk the loudest
I've got a lot of lip
I give you so much stick
I'm gonna sink your ship
The words "RIP"
Won't be writ
On your gravestone
I'm gonna drone
On in you, forever!
Well, Mister
Not for much longer
I know an anaconda
Who can squeeze ya
Until your out of breath
You're staring death
In the face
You're gonna get waste-
-d!
Then you'll be devoured
Melted down for hours
In the stomach juices
That serpent is ruthless!
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
Offline) - Published: July 1st, 2024 20:25
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Comments2
Omg!
Gory good,
a scary great
write! 😱
Thanks for
sharing, I'll
have
nightmares
tonight!
Best regards Thad
Tomight
Your negative inner talking will have the nightmares! "Gory good." I like it! Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.
Tremendous flow and rhyme.
Thanks, Thomas. The anaconda's slowly increasing the power of his squeeze!
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