ryhmes

[Negabin]

ryhmes

if this is inapropriate,i'm sorry...ahem...

the pills that i'm popping go poppety pop
inside my head i see furry red dots
it bothers me not,for i'm as high as a kite
legally so,cause it's what the doctor perscribes!
prozac is candy when mixed with a pie
codine is fun when placed in your eye
nyquil is fun for hwen we all want to drive
but using heavy equipment is way out of line!
I SOMETIMES GET DROWSY MIXING ADVIL AND SPLEEN
MORPHINE IS FINE EXCEPT FOR THE DREAMS
I ONCE SAW A LAMB DANCING ON GLASS
AND THE ELVIS SIGHTINGS ARE A PAIN IN THE ***
HE STOLE MY FRIED CHICKEN WITHOUT ANY A CARE...
BUT THE JOKE WAS ON ME....'CAUSE IT NEVER WAS THERE.
SO AS I DOZE OFF IN MY PRESCRIPTION BOUGHT DREAM.
I WANT MY FREE HEALTH CARE SO I CAN GET HIGH AS I PLEASE.
WHERE AM I?
WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?


The squirrel is master of all that has lasted. Time, space... nothing. It all passes through the *spaz-matic tail of the furry ones. Obey the lord, obey the master. I am the only one. Concern yourself not with the reason of being. I am your answer, fear none but me. I'm the master, of all that will be. Obey fools!

 

[Triz]

Re: ryhmes

....... Are you trying to rap!??!?! If not, you should go talk to Blue Crow and ask him how to rhyme! :lol:

 

[Hexadecimal]

Re: ryhmes

yeah... I'm just going to move this since I don't see any connection to Fable here...

 

[Angel]

Re: ryhmes

I've never put codeine in my eye...perhaps that's why it never works for me?

 

[Triz]

Re: ryhmes

I've never put codeine in my eye...perhaps that's why it never works for me?

:lol:

 

[Negabin]

Re: ryhmes

Darkness is the souls of mortals. The coil of lice that surrounds them, blame your idols for things that fail. All is their fault as you dismiss responsibility. Your inane points of view reek of insecurity and your love is as thin as this plastic world. Your name is not known to the masses and as time passes, you are a rotting corpse that breathes.

Pot. Pot is like hot and things that are not cool like school, and people that are tools like fools. Ah... Let me be high, man.


Allow me this instance
The emptiness within
Ever so binding
Ever so winding
Through the innards of my soul

Blackness does dance through a valley of mimes
All pantomime
Piffle, pablum
All those who have them
And have-nots

Bereft of humanity and a meal in your hand
Things you can’t stand
Things in this land

Bland like potatoes and rice, fried potatoes
Meat in a breaded environment!
Milk as thick as ice
I…
Hunger…

CP. J.I.M