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Sketcher Nov 2018
Alliteration is commonly the key,
To all successful sounding poetry,
Successful sounds are strenuous to seize,
But I can ensnare the melody with ease,
Emotions are the essential element to extract,
From people probing unplumbed parts of perceptive apprehension,
Compassing county's that are charred, crumbled and cracked,
Living lives loaded with languishing litter and interminable tension.
Sketcher Nov 2018
No ***** left to give,
No love left to gift,
Unless its for drugs,
Cause we ain't no kids,
No more cause we aged,
Now we're all enraged,
Can't find any peace,
This is war we waged,
Teenage worlds risky,
Gin, ***, and whiskey,
Lean towards addiction,
***** *** feel frisky,
Never wanted ***,
As much as now next,
We gonna go down,
On the main subject.
Yet another freestyle rap recorded for the books.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Find a word,
Of inward,
Origin and
Ordaining,
Hidden meaning,
He imagined,
A land of peace,
Of cleaned,
Out souls,
So lust,
Is gone,
Ego sin,
No more,
Omen.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Three gay men were sleeping in a bed,
One got ***** and one gave head,
Momma was a *****, now she's dead,
No more parents, dads body in the shed.
Thanks Aeson.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Oh, at last,
I'm passed it,
Those feelings,
I trashed it,
I'm leaving,
Won't last it,
She's squealing,
I smashed it,
I'm bleeding,
From blast hit,
That **** hurt,
But I'm not done,
I ate dirt,
That wasn't fun,
Psyche, I spurt,
Out a **** ton,
Then she squirt,
But I'm her son,
I'm no pervert,
Now I'm done...

But I'm back,
Talking random,
I'm not black,
Yet I'm candid,
When my smack,
Becomes platinum,
There's a stack,
For the ransom,
Chill with hoodlums,
Always get caught,
That just bout' sums,
Up what happens not,
Throw **** together,
See if it works,
If it doesn't,
Keep it in still,
Cause it makes a mark.
An very random Anacreontic freestyle.
Sketcher Nov 2018
If I died,
Would anyone care?
Turns the tides,
But this isn't rare.

If you died,
I would die myself,
Feelings hide,
High up on the shelf.

If he died,
Then I would be lost,
I would side,
With lazy exhaust.

If she died,
It was over me,
Alongside,
Her great lack of glee.

If they died,
Would I feel anguish?
I have tried,
Concern was vanquished.
Sketcher Nov 2018
Roses can be any color,
Violets are not blue,
You are one dumb *******,
From this point of view.
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