Mr whale, mr hail,
whoever runs this show.
I dont know who, or on which shoe,
you’ve been kicking my behind.
I try to rhyme, it that a crime,
why tourture me just so.
How do you aim,
to avoid our blame,
and keep your name quite hid.
Why did you show,
or allow that flow,
to enter in my mind,
now if you cared,
and really shared.
And come to gloat once more.
because I know,
those kronie hoes,
have all but made their mind.
Now I fear,
they’d rather seer,
and burn the distance down.
play and gloat,
frolick and tote,
than allow the stress within.
So do you know,
That when we glow,
Its the ss’s that sort it out.
Open a wallet and do a deposit,
And I’ll support whatever you do,
And I’ll stop writing crap,
But you know that,
Your lips should service our sso.