Rap
Craft a draft that has a waft from its aft.
Reverse a verse, like a hearse in a church.
Create to berate, placate and spectate
overdone, under-cooked, intermediate.
By golly get jolly like a dolly with a lolly.
Raving, craving, covertly depraving.
Asinine alibis, rockin’ like they’re lullabies.
Heaving, weaving, openly deceiving.
I ain’t got no moral, but this oral is floral,
meaning that it’s fancy, like everybody can see.
Bouncing, pouncing, viciously trouncing
imitating wannabes with my fuckin’ apogee.
No common-ass rhymes for mimes like dimes.
Text-eviscerating, complicating, elevating, educating.
My voice is drowned in noise and I don’t have a choice
but to end the diatribe, put a swipe through the hype.
So adieu and a fond farewell, which is swell to tell so well:
amazing, grazing, scholastically fazing.
Peace.