Our human ego, the five senses
show us a self-awareness taste
all feelings of importunateness
reinforced by me myself and I's
Saw Homo-sapiens' graveyards
uncovering the exhumed bones
of dead folk with skull attached
and I couldn't tell the difference
Well, looks like I'm on the B-side
recording end of my inferior ride
song's still okay, the lyric will do
yet finale 'tis near, 45 finish soon
The poetries aren't important anymore
they were only something for me to do,
'til I saw a healing saving me with love
I've made a run at poetry, though hopes are slim to none
I'll gain proper notorieties, long before the end has come
If life 'tis in the doing, I quite substantially wrote a tonne
still a wise journey keeps on tellin' me, I did it for the fun
I'm a dead twin talking, and I've said my poems a lot
But time only now for shorty, as one sec I haven't got
I'm not yet a skeleton, so I'll still hold hopes for more
And I'll keep speaking ode, 'til I pass the Reaper door
Unleash the kinks inside your mind
Invent, invent, invent some more
Do not be kind, do not rewind
And show the world your bardic roar
I'm surely not in a one-upping business
'tis hereby I doth neigh swear my intent
All sonneted competitive resemblances
are coincidences of the best lyrics I sent
I've thought of a sonnet to write
because I'm humane and poetic
'tis ode to all sapient conditions
and a species of utterly pathetic
You've plugged into something new
'tis the stuff of making men famous
your pen voice channels true center
well invoking an important thought
You're my biggest fan here now, high up on the final heap
Your poem makes me want to cry, a pantomime sad and deep
The book is a cloverleaf, that leads to my salvation
The truth of me, and of you, strapped on a pink carnation
Your last 9 paragraphs on PADI Cake, PADI Cake
read like a fame novel from a great writer's past
Your recent ode entries, soothing transmissions
shift into gears I've always known you did have
To turn that frown upside down
Put some seltzer down you pants
Be the silly jolly clown
Who delights in song and dance
To play upon seize the day
Toss those tart grapes in the bin
Be the inner child of yay!
Who takes brickbat on the chin
To get those sour grapes to croon
Let giddy whim be your guide
Be the goofy looney tune
Who lets smarting slip and slide
