[xx-2] Random Rhyme Time 2

Well she's blowin on my twitter while I'm sittin on the shitter I say "you are not a quitter" even though she is a spitter. I kinda wanna hit her but it just might make her bitter and I realize, yes I think, I don't wanna make a stink. Irony? I wonder happy to avoid the blunder. She pulls back into a stumble and her stomach starts to grumble then she vomits on the spot which I can't help think is hot. She looks at me disgusted for although I have just busted, right before her very eyes, I again am on the rise.

I ask her if she'd please like to go back to her knees, never mind about the floor you silly filthy little whore. She licks it from the side and a smirk I cannot hide, from the bottom to the top, no she doesn't waste a drop. She'd continue on in stride, but I think it's time to ride, so I put her on my lap willy winding through her gap. "I like you in my hole, drop another in the bowl," and in such a sexy voice I don't really have a choice.

I ask her what she likes and she blushes with a grin. "Maybe once it's in my ass and wiped upon my chin." I slip into a puckered bum, it smiles and lets me in. Don't bother with forgiveness god I quite enjoy this sin. She rides into the night and well on to the early morn. We go on oh so long, neither realized she was torn. It starts out with a tease slowly dripping down my thigh, and although I quite enjoy this flow, she begins to cry. It's hard to say exactly what came pouring from her butt. The flavor on my tongue reveals a salted planters nut.

[xx-1] Random Rhyme Time

There will always be noses to pick and asses to scratch, and if you lose a dollar don't stay too attached for the world is your oyster, make no mistake, that as long as you live there will be much to forsake. Don't gripe just wipe the shame from your eyes and sit on down for momma's sweet apple pies because you're safe from harm if you keep your charm and wit that needs not give a shit.


Wake and bake, toke you joke, and smoke that rope like a hoe needin soap. Bend on over and take a bow and never mind your marriage vows, for the stage is yours to blow off chores and dance as if squirrels run rampant in your pants. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways that your greed and hatred pays, bans marriage for gays, and oh no bro don't taze.


Don't try, but to lie about your cries about life and watch as you fail by trial and the knife. Can't stand but to band to a meager soul, your fans, grow fat off the land too gone to lift a hand. You're a holy roller, son, perk up and take note for the jobs not done and there's no slit in your throat. Just your self-inflicted angst over things you cannot change only to become estranged from what once was and never will be again.

Your clothes are tattered, your spirit is shattered and none of it mattered, to you, to them and you can't explain just where things went wrong. Sing it loud and sing it strong you're stuck in this place like an ill-tempter thong and while you may think it wrong to take pride in stride and fuck by luck you'll never reach your goals most hated hockey puck.

[281] Random Rhyme Time 5: Not Random

Let the beat drop the tone lock your bones pop cus this time’s signature is don’t stop. Call the beat cops the hard knocks to keep locks on your happy feet. Meet your maker, the undertaker, the back-breaker on your labor screaming I am your neighbor! Face the music don’t get too [sic] it’s only too slick. Find a two-bit cheap amusement politicking time bomb. Waiting, debating, and suffocating are your charges. Cold callous criminals remain at large, holding all the keys to their iron bars.

Systemic hatred burns ironically as each fuse pops. Shoulders drop asking for lashes as hope dashes like a dog from an abusive master. These spell castors, class actors, who divide by a factor of zero. Non-sense non sums with greedy thumbs. These insulators and instigators just insta-gators while you try to tread water. Not a pot to piss in but hot enough to boil over. Roll over Red Rover the nightmare’s not over. Bandits and loons crept into your room and it’s safe to assume they are dangerous. Nefarious characters tear down your barriers only to find it hilarious.

Re-work the knee jerk attitude to platitudes the hip checks to balance you by the books. Dirty crooks with crooked looks and jagged hooks so you can bleed out. Don’t scream about what’s fair just hang out drip drying in despair. It’s not who cares, this game is for keeps, like I’ll keep you meek and I’ll take your sleep and I’ll take your feet while you’re on your knees begging for reprieve. Like this is not a Man you step to or get in their face as the place they have set for you is right at the base of their bed. Where you can curl up and bawl at blathering drawl wafting just over head.

You weren’t built for these compulsory capitulates, pessimistic petulants, and apoplectic hypocrites. A lyrical soul meets a tone deaf chorus. A deep sea diver has a suit too porous. Do you know what it is to drown? Try to scream for someone’s help but you can’t make a sound. Try to push off the surface with no floor to be found. Not a wave, not a splash, as you sink to the ground. And they watch, holding their breath and puffing their chest dumbfounded by why you would end it.   

[259] Random Rhyme Time 4: A Holiday Ejaculation

Commercialism, change the channel, a panel to discuss the merits of your wardrobe. Wartime, get in line to fight for greed, you need that new tv, you bleed for the opportunity. I scream cus I hate you, ain’t nothing new. What you see before you is lies, how you trust your eyes is beyond me. How you trust your ties, just wait n see how they fuck you, out luck you, run you over and duck you. It ain’t real and won’t make you feel any better bout yourself or your ills.

But keep it flowing hunny, it’s only money and in time your mind will subdue your doubts with the chim chime of the register. Beggin her to put down your card, put the flames out. Prayin she aint devout like a mega church. Stuffing your life into a closet, still fits, the doors broke and I ain’t got the two dimes to fix it. This shit, not comfy and warm just tattered and torn like your heart from your chest, some alien newborn. Your teeth too white and your hairs just might slip out of place like yo nipple from your tit job. Not rim job slut, ain’t no time to be witty, we conclude this hearing bout yo saggy ass titty.

Pause. Reflect. Reload the check book, eject and look at the mess you just made. Quite the sticky situation I’d say. How’s it taste? Worthy of a turkey baste? Many thanks on this day to appreciate aye bay bay baby batter, up, the bird, flies to third, dinner was great! I’ll take it from hur. Turn and cough, oh now that’s where we get off, what a treat, footsy time under way, uncle Ray? Weak sauce.

Who’s got the time? We best get going now. Can’t be late for the showing how, we’re oh so proud of the lessons we teach our little bastards running round. Let’s dig a hole you pick out by the finger full, that ain’t dirt under your nails, just the whole wide wonder world. Nuggets to take, swallow and rake up knowledge, not a lesson for college. Be loyal to your brand, a fanatical fan, writing letters saying you Da Man! Who laid out the script and made you like this, invite this, into your life’s list of shit to own and call your soul.

Consume, it won’t suck like a vacuum, it’ll fill you up, make you full of shit you never knew you’d want. When you’re bloated and tired, dial it back for a while and admire your empire of treasures. Shining diamond necklace takes the eyes off your teeth that don’t see Crest, out they fall, back to the mall for another round to forget what who you are, cus who you aren’t is a person with dignity, with class, who won’t sell their ass on this black market. A target, the victim, woe is me I’ve got the symptoms, I need to do it, it’s my weakness, let me keep this! Sold.

[239] Random Rhyme Time 3

Break bills; make change; aide with your modicum money shot. Too hot, triple sexotic, dropped the pot, forget me not. Working, caught me jerking, twirk twirk twirk twirking. Asking why for no reason; treason, ideas stick around; adhesion. This lesion cuts deep, like a knight, can’t sleep, Bo Peeps; sweet treats. White meat hippy hopping through my dreams.

 Shine’s bright; can’t be seen at night; white shades take on a spade. Drama; Shakespearean; Catholic Presbyterian. In and out an ear again. Choking back a tear again, smoking stacks of fear again, overdosing oxy, gin. Recite for me the lines again, we’re running out of time again! The show begins at 9, but when you scream I want to die! Ascend.

I’ll fix it, lemme try to win. By win I mean, bite me, Charlie. Si vous plait? I’m game. To lose, what a shame. You rang? A neck in vein; hunger pain. Dirty mouth, Kandy Stars in Hershey Stains. Growing pains, Captain Kirk, “God created the big bang” Light speed warp through golden gates. Sulu set the phasers, stun; that’s one way to smoke a gun.

Honey, am I sweet enough? Rio, do I tease enough? Lining up the lines of dust. Cut like diamonds, fine, the rough. Find the bust-stop and just, pop ya nuts, nocuous Candy corn syrup in the populous, Choc-u-las, wiggle room homunculus. Suck it down, vacuous, pack a snack, puke it up, whatcha got, have a look. Just like momma used to cook. Shake ya butt, have a cup, think it’s time to wrap it up. 

Shake around your curly hair, cancer patients stop and stare, place your bets on their demise, Moe and Larry poking eyes. Why so wise? Asinine, ass so fine, cat-o-nine. Tails you lose, heads again, peaking at you through the blinds, bubble time, sipping wine, faucet running over-time. Get it girl it’s not too late, there’s no shame to masticate, to taste the fame, to entertain, the teeny boppers, boxer stains. Tighty whitey’s, voting race, black guy always sets the pace. Raising money for the cure, lost the battle; racial slur. 

Had a dream, then I died, awoke to find my other life, some other guy’s, another strife.

Familiar yet I still surprise, I’m in disguise. Trust rely, bust re-try. Forgetting all the reasons why. Remembering, cycles bike, spoken like I’ve done this right before. Whores! Back hand in to settle scores. Shoot the rock, pass the cock between the team of cream and crimson memes abound, party time, riders to the starting line. 

Overhill, found the spot, when you sweat its cus I’m hot, pocket poking shocker locking, don’t stop now I’m only jocking, juking, riding up like Daisy Duking. Pulling buckets sucker’s puking. Kiddies at the fucking bash always out of fucking cash. Drink it up, every drop, this ain’t soda, pop pop. When it burns, then you know, lightning round, second go.