Everytime we try this
You seem to get frustrated
So now my only wish is
This thread gets frequently updated
We might get the ball rolling
If nobody starts trolling
It should be no surprise
That I was in between her thighs
So let’s start on a fresh note
And dance on shallow waters
Take a look at my breast stroke
As the current takes me farther
Sitting alone in my chair just lounging
Scribbles on the pad in my lap
Taking notice of all the sounds and my surroundings
Adrift in this dream without a map
Some days I like to sit and reminisce
A fifth of single malt between my lips
After a swill to the moon I blow a kiss
And suddenly realize all of the opporunities I’ve missed
But the morning is bright through the shades on the window
As the sun lightens my room I feel it’s warmth upon my shoulders
Glance in the mirror at my face growing older
And say to myself, “Damn it feels good to be an American soldier”
Still, the cereal termites eat at my brain
How in the world will I ever maintain
This ABAB structure? It’s gone insane
I think he’s right we should change the game
Then I propose a battle of wits
If you can’t sew you might as well knit
I knitted a gift and boxed it with a lace bow
Smoked myself a joint and delivered it to my arch foe
Knitting and smoking is bad for your health
But since my knitting for the day was done, I loaded up then more some
But this time with an added twist, of something soothing and supreme
I’m going downtown to tear it up on a quart of bad rum
(While you’re here you can practice saying something dumb
Or continue to be a retard with his thumb up his bum)
Truth be told I’m a fan of muddy fingers myself
Fuck “myself”, this thread makes me want to cum
Like pornographic magazines from the top shelf