Nocture op.9 No2 with a slice of rave

Still chunky but funky,

well said Eminem,

the situation remains funny.

Drugged myself with apathy,

indulged in misery,

chocked on my words,

throat red and hoarse,

couldn't talk about the people to the people.

But I'm still awesome,

my eyes gleam and my face handsome.

I've latibulated on restless night,

smoked nepenthe raw,

toska bloomed as my hair lenghtened,

y'all are wearing the glasses,

not me,

finally!

Doesn't kalopsia taste great?

Pink frames and rihnestones all around,

light like the steps in the alley,

heavy like the party,

not in the centre,

not in the corner,

but I rock it like Monet.