I'm drinking a cup of coffee all vented out.
sitting here waiting for another lovely rhyme to fall out
Mister sponge bob is too distracting I pout.
The delicate ness of the words in phrases my soul praises
Keep falling back to picking my toenails.
I'm wishing on a romantic star to gently cascade inspiration
dust bunnies screwing again, more them hail.
Faint remnants of lyrical notions drift floating in mind spaces
itchy need to pick and scratch my butt mate.
Captured for a moment the greatest florid poetic laced lines
Hey! Don't do that! It's gonna- Yeah, break...
Escaped in a symphony of chaos, aesthetic filigree ruminant pines
put the dishes in the sink the crud stinks!
Cheers to the morning coffee
Cheers to the morning coffee , and spongbob cant get enough of him over here , well my kids anyways ... Pick them nails clean , get to that irritating itch on your butt. Good morning write ...
you laugh at me because I am differant, I laugh at you because You are all the same ...(KoRn) J.D......
Lol! Yeah first thing in the morning, pick ur nose your ,
Teeth, your but, your nails your stray pimple and you're ready to go with the coffee in the other hand of course!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."