I’ve heard you try and speak of it,
\nbut it doesn’t make sense a bit.
\nThere’s a lot to do and a lot to say,
\nSo lets not get in each-others way.<\/p>\n
I write to satisify my internal quem,
\nIts your fault for taking it in.
\nYour words of wonder and grace be nice,
\nBut theres always room for more fried rice.<\/p>\n
Dibblely Doobley Doubley Do,
\nkeep on reading and it’ll turn you to poo.
\nBladdidy Broodity Bravity Bro,
\nLearn to lean, learn to go.<\/p>\n
Yippy Ki a you alphanumeric sucker,
\nreading might seem like a blessing to puck ya.
\nBut dont be fooled that your hippo takes in,
\nIts the area of brain that will be stopping your grin.<\/p>\n
Others are looking to try and stay awake,
\nmine is the place where dreams will abate.
\nHow many things will you attract that you hate,
\nJust because your sick of running late without mate.<\/p>\n
Whos on your side – not which side your on.
\nBailing the finals – my eternally right wrong.
\nYou’ll notice that my care factors low,
\nsince fanatical transgressions, my head holds bo.<\/p>\n
Poli, Epi, Trans and Subst,
\nGet your headers, its a must.
\nItty, ory, isy, ist,
\na trailing zero – you get the jist.<\/p>\n
But as we elaborate
\non the eachs of kit,
\nelongating evaporating,
\nimaginging each bit.<\/p>\n
converting and tranforming into words of the soup,
\nwhere expressing and manifesting in each of our coup.
\nAs life attracts life, they’d have you believe,
\nthe reality raised to mess your esteem.<\/p>\n
The leaves and trunks,
\nwith branches broad.
\nBirds enjoying,
\nno happiness flawd.<\/p>\n
Hear the dawn,
\nand mourn the dusk.
\nThese are the times
\nthat crack the husk.<\/p>\n
throughout the day
\nthousands of seeds are drawn.
\nblown around,
\nglued to birds spawn.<\/p>\n
the wind and rain,
\nthe sun and snow.
\nall these things
\nthat make those seeds grow.<\/p>\n
As they reach the peak of the day,
\nhappily goobling, earths dismay.
\nYour job – as yet undescribed,
\nIs to keep this shit show, and mateship alive.<\/p>\n
Wheish Chya Kaibob<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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