Everything's The Same
Society tries to state what normal should be
Sobriety eyes through great but formal wood sea
For all remains stiff and sturdy unwavering in what is told
More haul chains riff tanned, wordy flavoring pin cut his cold
Should one be classified by what others rule
Could none flee pacified, wry, rebut anothers mule
Or go with an ever designed flow accepting fate at hand
Sure though myth can never blind glow, intercepting state spat brand
Strange, Disabled, Out of whack
Change enabled, spout above, black
Surely even attempting to break all binds
Purely believe in, preempting glue, scrawl reminds
Pushing on though most would consider you doomed
Smushing upon flow, post stood bidder, skew entombed
Pressing beliefs upon you wanting acceptance, making them your own
Stressing briefs put on, through daunting transcendence, partaking numb, sore, lone
Achievements mounting little to not
Agreements surmounting, brittle, grew rot
For alone you stay
Obscure stone few sway
Never waning of thrust upon stated
Forever straining above lust, dawn undated
Knowing what will come
Showing uncut still from
Breaking routine, breeding success through means
Raking scenes, feeding stress, new screens
Gripping gaps between new and old
Flipping maps seen true, canned, told
Now achieved what you strived for when begun
Bow, relieved, strut, queue thrived tour, spin, done
Normal came through your creation
Informal fame grew more escalation
Damn I have to go back to the easy stuff, as that was a tad rough. Did you see what I did there? Oh don't swear, look a little harder at each line, oh you're lazy ok that's fine. For I wanted to take it one step beyond, rhyming the normal every day stuff at my pond. So I rhymed each and every word, above and below not making them blurred. It mostly makes sense I guess, wasn't as big of a mess, as I thought it could be, damn now I should just flee.
As that was not easy at all, but don't worry I won't make you bawl. As I know old Tashtoo would get on my case, maybe drive to work and get in my face, if I didn't spout out about people here and there, so I will because of course I care. At least about some, the others can well, ummm errr, kiss my bum. One time on a drunk excursion someone said that during all the emersion and instead of getting mad, the guy got kind of glad, told them to present their bum and he'd do it with a hum. While that ended that right quick, as yeah that be kind of sick.
Wow that was about nothing there and should you care? Yes as the meme about nothing can be found in The Silver Fox Lair. I admit it is, well nuts, but he didn't take any short cuts, so you will feel the full force of his word and you can visit and become a nothing turd. Yeah makes more sense if you go there I think, if your a female he might give you a wink.
Oh and as Brian from WaystationOne learned fast, my reach is quite vast, as I lurk all about, so watch the comments you shout. Or one day they will be right in your face, at my rhyming place. Of course Betsy and her Five Men don't have to worry at all, as she's always here answering my rhyming call. So if I want to make fun of her, I can do it below to ruffle her fur. But of course she can come back and her rhymes don't lack, so I'll cut her some slack and only do a little attack.
Speaking of rhymes that don't lack, give the Tales of Tashtoo a good whack, I mean the link, not Natasha of course wink wink..haha. As her poems are pretty much a story and she writes them in all her glory. Plus I can make her overwhelmed with all of you, going over as she doesn't know what to do. Oh that is such fun, but see I get it done. As the shout outs work, as other come here and lurk.Oh but It's a Beautiful Life you say, well to get that go Brenda's way.
Also I can't bock, at Who is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? As DeeDee and Pat Hatt, had a good chat, about movies and such, maybe a tad bit to much. But oh well it relieves stress, unless the movie is a crappy mess. Then all it's good for is a coffee table coaster I'd say, but I still keep it in case one day. I need something to throw that is sharp, then they'll bring in the tarp, cover you up as I run, for that wasn't nice what I just done.
Oh you think I'm done now, hahahaha I'm still going to wow. As not only did I type all of this today, to cause some dismay. But remember than Duke Drazin fellow, the guy with the rather weird bellow. While he showed his face once more, over at this little shore. So click here if you want to read what is up with him, yes I'd say he is pretty grim, but beware he isn't that nice and may make you think twice, as you read the crap that comes from his yap, no mind like a steal trap. Divine Right is the title you seek, again not for the meek. As a friend told me I should join and it costs no coin. So it's something I do for a bit of fun and no the topic isn't my idea of fun in the sun, as since I am older and know it's fake, I don't bother to partake, you'll see what I mean, but make sure you have ten to fifteen minutes to read his scene. As it is right at the top when you're done you might want to call a cop. Damn I need to stop, before someone gives me a bop. So before the fading of the grass, know you've read another post from my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.