Thoughts generated
on the fly, kinda like some CGI

 

Poetry … chicks dig
that

they say it’s phat

bless-ed are those with the gift of rhyme,
to match the words and keep it in time

to orate about flowers and bees and such
to babble about skin that is soft to the touch

while for their work they won’t get paid
it’s sure as shit that they’ll get laid

 

“Like a long night stretched out before the dawn,
when a dog’s entire day has come and gone. When
the greatest of times have come to pass Like a
great striped tiger flowing through grass. A thief
who steals in the innocent night Giving awakers
a terrible fright. As fleeting as an unguarded
cookie, I confess, I did it all for the nookie!”
– Romeo when questioned by a MuchMusic VJ as to why
he dated Juliet for so long when she was clearly unstable.

almost completely in iambic pentameter