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It's a mind spasm.  Uncontrollable thinking.  Ideas leaking, into my perceiving, stream of consciousness.  The rough rapids of thought, are coming out in a steady flow, like Niagra Falls, these words will drop jaws.  With a fin in the water to serve a warning to ya'll.

Presents handed down in barrels from the Ancients, the gift of gab is a relic that'll give you splinters when you taste this.  But this wood in my mouth is like giving my tongue Viagra.  Raising the bar, to get me far, away from your bad habits.  I can't take it, you've got more swears in your rhymes than seconds in time, from the ceilings to the floor, your cubic rhetoric is a horror.  It's got no solid foundation, and I wait in anticipation, for you to fall on your face an', find your dirty message at the base of it, so get away from the basin.  Where there's no sand for irritation, let water be your irrigation, a replacement for the damnation, that you'll be getting from me, unless you use the piety of this watery epiphany, to help you see how to Be.  Take a lesson from water, lessen your want and you'll go farther.