Hello again!
Welcome to installment 2 of my old school findings. This is what happens when your parents tell you that you can do whatever you want and that you are talented. 8-) Regardless of it's truth you WILL leave these in your wake.
Today's "poetry" is brought to you on a "AD Graphics Inc." letter head and folded into quarters for convenient storage in your pocket for the traveling man. That's right I said LETTERHEAD. While I was getting paid to work I was writing rhymes. But don't worry, It's OK. You see, when I am famous I will give Ad Graphics a shout out. See I remember the little guys.
This beauty is also equipped with one third of the page missing. Clearly that blank space was simply wasteful and needed to be removed immediately.
There are also 5 or 6 different "Tags" on the bottom because ones folded poetry can never have too much tagging.
It reads:
All about change time to rearrange
My form of thinking and also my priorities, kill seniorities
The whole world flew by while I sat back collecting fat and not excercising so got cut by punks incisors
Chewed the fat with molars the size of boulders so sliding down rainbow colored walls of digestive track
Kicks beats you can't even hear let alone attack
Cause coming from the inner we strip you toothless so no one can byte
Leading you down a road of True The New Deal have not been down since BP gear
Don't remember the rhymes you hear but I got a certain appeal
You must admit, but always keep track of the mitts you ad
Be careful cause the rhymes you catch might be bad
Ahhh. It's like sun shining on your face but in the form of words...Need I say more???...
This has been another installment of, "He MIGHT be getting better."
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