Force exerting all around
Coarse, hurting, fall drowned
Crushing shoulders from weight carried
Brushing boulders, numb state buried
Life closing in gasping for air
Knife imposing skin, grasping your glare
Kick and squirm your way back up top
Thick hand firm allure, stay smack closeup, nonstop
Light can be seen almost there
Bright span key, screen foremost, prayer
From an abyss comes simply more
Numb, plan miss, gums chilly, tore
Sinking, Sinking, trying that much more
Drinking, Drinking, lying flat such gore
Kicking, squirming, for one more breath
Sticking, confirming, your done for, death
Sinking, Sinking, yet you still try
Shrinking, Shrinking, wet, skew, will high
For hopes of rising above remain alive
More slopes thereof surprising , shove, strain, thrive
So there we go, I just know, I won you all back with that, forget the stuck up Cassie cat. Actually I think it made more sense than my last, plus this one came out rather fast. Must be because one and all feels like there is no end or some light around the bend, at one point or another, as things start to smother. So that just came out, as with before I picked the title and out came each note. So Brian remember this isn't WaystationOne, so you don't have to bleep out your swearing fun..haha...not like you did that with your latest post, something must have stirred up the host.
Orson what was that? Are you name calling this cat? Oh wait that was Cassie from behind my back, I guess the female voice she must lack. So as you stay in The Lair of Silver Fox, why don't you go put some holes in his socks? Take it from me it can be quite fun, as a time or two it has been done, to poor old Pat, by this rhyming wild cat. Heck I take the toilet paper off the roll and for quite the stoll, stretching it all around the place, while making a funny face. Pat chases me away and then wraps me up in the stuff to my dismay, I just wanted to play, I'm not the one who has to pay.
Oh it sucks to have no internet, at least that is what I'd bet, as poor old Natasha hasn't been seen, good thing as Cassie was a little mean. No new posts at the Tales of Tashtoo either which must cause her distress, she just must be in a rhyming mess. Unable to come here and rhyme or even post elsewhere wasting some time. Then there is Raven who is kind of slow, but you know how things go. Life gets in the way, but she comes to play. Even if the comment is on an older one, at least she gets it done. Wait maybe she tries to be late, so you all can't see the rhyme she leaves at my gate. Oh she could be a closet rhymer, pretending to be a ghost like Slimer. Ok that was a bad comparison, I hope I don't going embarrassing.
Who have I forgot, some silly mutt? No, but I just can't remember her name, as she doesn't have my type of fame. Hmmm Bobby, Billy, Berla, Batsy, Betsy oh now I remember, how could I forget my usual rhyming member. Oh that's right when I saw the sheep last night at My Five Men, for which she made way more than ten, Pat looked over my shoulder chiming in my ear, no sorry Betsy it wasn't to give a cheer. As he had the hiccups for at least thirty minutes or so and I could hear him no matter where I tried to go. It kind of gave me a scare too, as I jumped when he came near me hiccuping two by two. Oh it must suck to get those, I'm a cat so never have to know how that goes.
There I went all profound, didn't treat anyone like a hound, showing Cassie up in fifty ways, like she could best me on her best days. Plus you all got a plug, no I didn't say hug, keep that to yourself or I'll ban you from my rhyming shelf. Also you know I had to give you one, as I needed as easy link to follow when I want to go read your fun. See alterior motives I have as well, but I don't think that will send me to hell. So now I must get off, as Pat is beginning to scoff. Yes he can be clever, but as good as me never. So don't give me no sass, as I'll always be a little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.