Two people came and requested good music.
Don't smoke PCP, from what I heard today.
No thanks, keep away.
And stay away, far away.
A poem about nothing,
A dick nose, plastic huffing.
A rhyme about this.
Spoken English in a dish.
Stop that symplistic writing and rhyming,
Dont you know your compliment mining?
I know! I know! But where did they go?
The compliments flew away and never reached my desk.
Either this poem sucks, or my audience is depressed...
Get your mind out of the gutter!
And put it back in your body,
Because mind without body is a bit gaudy.
And body without mind, is too common.
Mind stuck in a smartphone, go home, and leave me alone.
Mindless wandering zombies,
Are overconnected with wires coming from their bodies.
Try to communicate with one, and you'll see,
A drool-drip mouth corner and a pant dripped pee.
No time to shake,
No length to aim,
Spray it around,
And back to the traugh,
To get yer glutton on,
With your phone your dick-length from your face.
Technology wins, for the tuned in spirit.
Used, not abused,
Utilised for good, not habit.
:D
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