Roses are white, Urine is clear, Kaw is my life, I play it all year. My name is Freak, My rhyming skills are weak. Fin.
Lemons taste sour, so do limes. I seem to have time to show you a rhyme. There once was a pie, Baked in the oven. It was not too bright. Thought it was a muffin. One minute it was sitting in the heat. The next it was sitting on a sheet. A sheet built to withstand the heat. This pie knew it's time had come. The time all desserts are eaten and digested. Suddenly, all at once A sharp object cut deep, not just once But twice, thrice then four times the cuts. The pain was excruciating Quite nonintoxicating Then came relief Sweet sweet release A man ate a piece And then came his niece. Piece by piece, the pie was eaten Even though he died, his pride was not beaten.
A lie to yourself Is not a lie in disguise. It is but a nuisance. A tick if you will, feeding off the essence of ones soul. A lie is not good, but nor is it bad. If you normally do not lie, it can haunt you. If you always lie, it is just another notch in the belt Lies to ones own self destroy their view of the world Sending them into the pits of insanity
Death is but a friend you have yet to meet. I wonder how it feels to meet, be embraced, be carried off by this strange and unknown being. Is it a painful sensation? Is it pleasant? Not one of us can know until we have met Death ourselves. People always fear Death, why I do not know. We all will die in the end. Time spent fearing this event is time wasted. One who knows that Death is coming And does not fear, does not try to cheat, and does not try to hide from Death Is a wise person, indeed. I ask you this. Do you fear Death?
Indeed you are Indeed I am not Are you of this planet? I think not. What shall you say When water makes you rot Our atmosphere kills you It's quite toxic indeed How will you feel when i sneeze on thee?
The radish was quite hungry. He was hungry for seeds But alas radishes cannot eat seeds So he just ate himself