Like the flies flying over the dead lion on a tin of treacle,

When a king lies dying he realises despite our sins and our deeds we are all equal,

You can’t force your mourners to be more teary-eyed or more grief-full, or reflect on how high to honour thy, for no death is ever more right, honourable or even close to regal.

But If reincarnation exists can I be a be a monkey or a beagle?

In a nice science lab in a state where cannabis and psilocybin are legal,

I’m fine with this but please no cosmetics or dyes in my saggy stoned eyes, and zero viruses, in my sinuses, and no needle, that’s the line.

Just a little research on the default: ‘how many edibles can a doggy eat a week before it’s nearly lethal?”

I hope that Steven Seagel comes back as a parasitic fecal weevil,

that lives in the cloaca of a flea bitten rancid seagull,

which then gets eaten by an eagle,

that lives in a flaming tree-full of broken bits of bike-oil and beak-coil because he’s actually just reincarnated American hero and stuntman Evil Knievel.

Total spiritual upheaval, Christian caretaker getting all judgey and preach-full, Just cos my giant Jesus piece looks suspiciously like the one thats missing from his steeple.

So Wake up Sheeple! Religious leaders are deceitful,

if I was preying on the meek and taking money from them that’s illegal,

But hey maybe you should pray every day for the foreseeable,

because based on your IQ, and critical thinking skills you’re from a very shallow gene pool,

And so you’re foolish, easily led and you’re kinda feeble,

If your friend jumped out a plane, you’d probably ask the pilot if it’s ‘buy one, get one free-fall’

Seriously gleeful seeing the 3 foot pool cue that I’m gripping giving both legs a good hiding leaving your knee-full,

You wobbled, then fell over like a faulty, recalled, weeble,

Knees all shattered bits of bone and gristly like cheap meatballs

Then after all that your teeth’ll fall, the

When you get a taste of the sock I just conveniently knotted round a number 3 ball.

i thought i found something great, something right, something tight. i hope i wasnt too late for what might set me right. shes not the one i thought she'd be. shes too good, i feel rude forcing the love out of me. guess i'll brood, forgo food.

Edit: sorry about the formatting, mobile and such

Unfortunately, my kid can't have a proper birthday celebration due to COVID-19. Can anyone help me improve/redo this request to friends and family, please? Thank you!

XYZ turns 4 on June Twenty-Five!

Though he can’t party with you, he’ll always thrive.

He'd love a video, a chat, or a chant from you.

Just record on your phone for him to view.

He wishes upon a star.

To meet his friends, near and far.

This year, where ever you are.

Thank you for being a part of his special day!

keep the fire we got few people commenting/

gotta post it and smoke it and get stoke with this somber thing/

welding words and soldering always slaughtering

butcher cut it and shoot it and hoop it right through a copper ring/

I got so many honeys mane the shit ain't even funny, Girl you know I'm made of money, wrap the blunt up like a mummy.

When I kick it off the dome they all think I'm quotin' scripture, Till they see us in the Caddy hearse lookin' like Gomez & Morticia.

Tony Soprano up in the bando, Marlo Brando in a Lambo, You ain't got no marbles, yeah that Pedro Cerrano.

Straight up I don't like you, if I wasn't such nice dude I'd drop a dirty ice cube in your cup like Craig to spite you but I'd rather just douse you in gas & ignite you.

Sky high, ride or die packed with scientific platitudes, I don't think the nanobots can understand your gratitude.

yo /there needs to be more peeps on this thread

/someone already said, why is this sub dead

its a /mess bess bring it up, who's up next

I / guess there's to many questions on this test

this my first line on the improv rhyme time

I do hip hop with this thought but its just my mind

pissed off nice guy tryna get off why try

I kick off lines like that kick off prime time

My worst fetish
is snorting horseradish
I said it on reddit
and all my whores vanished

Fly fly Touchdown on burgundy skies

What other line can I use instead of "touchdown on burgundy skies"

Shut yo fart face outta place safe space no case brace face disgrace replaced no taste forehead build like a data base hyperspace mistakes in your traits subbase defaced no breaks displaced big weights outta shape waste based the fuck up

My flow was on tap

Hit the lever, and that's that

Your flow got stuck

In other words plugged

Meaning somethings in the way

Hit the flush, got a Mexican bidet

an open letter -

I've taken mushrooms 80 - 100 times so far, with doses ranging from 2 grams dry to 50 grams dry. On more than 20 of these trips I entered a trance-like state and spoke out loud very quickly for 2 - 5 hours non-stop, every word of it rhyming in an incredibly complex, poetic, and apocalyptic manner, terrifying anyone present.

I have more than 50 hours of untouchable perfect rhyme to my name, not a single misstep, all improvised in the moment, in one ear out the other like it didn't happen, I remember enough to know I'm a fucking genius though. I rhymed with a Dragon word for word beat for beat for 5 hours straight. I've been Death. I could beat the Devil. Where the fuck is my golden fiddle? This society has bombarded me for years with basic bitches making millions off trash and I am living art. If I had a video camera in the corner of my room for the last decade I'd be a billionaire cult leader right now.

How come some scientist hasn't shoved a probe up my ass yet? I know more than anyone else about mushrooms and I don't know shit, I'm some random loser who did a bunch of them and got good at synchronicity. "Got good at", like it's a skill, like I'm ahead of my time and it's excruciating living in the fucking stone ages. Maybe in 50 years psilocybin will be legal and 50 years after that someone else will stumble into whatever this is. Stop wasting time.

I get voices in my head on purpose for fun and turn them on and off on a whim in a day or two. I control time sometimes, I've got skills. Monks and doctors don't know shit. Patience worth is dead. I am a Dragon. I am a Witch. I am serious, my life is a joke. I've seen the future so many times in so many different ways. Reality is my flesh. It's been going.

I'm the first and the best. The rest? The rest.

In 10,000 years I'll still be the best.

Good luck!

~ Cat the Fool

Smokes, caffeine

Hopes and dreams

In between, light snoozing

Is most I'll need

To post eighteens

Or maybe I just need, heavy dosing

To stay in the green...but barely coasting

I hate when I think of you losing attraction, I gotta do whatever I can to get me the answers I won’t think of you less no matter the circumstances Honestly you’re one of the things that’s keeping me in my classes I keep of thinking of you without your glasses Whatever this romance is

And I hate when I think of you losing attraction And girl I’ll be honest, I can’t even remember your face My memory is shit but I’ll never forget that damn day and I want it I want it so goddamn bad I’m on a fucking blacktop thinking about the day we had The night we fucking shared The love that fucking dares for a moment we were a pair I can’t get you out of my mind. Only for 3 hours I’ve known you I like you I don’t know if I love you I know you think of time Is craving attention a victimless crime? Before I talked to you I was on a goddamn suicide prevention hotline

And now I am again. It’s all in my mind. My mind never wins. You think about time. I think about skin And I don’t like the skin that I’m in But for some reason I loved it when I was with you, can I get that again?

Love is a scam
Friendship's a con
Tell me what fucking
Planet you're on

You can just call me the director

But I ain't runnin no train

I'm feeling the pressure

From sixty feet of chain

Im an artist formerly known as TWO CRANES

Christmas treein

Tandum picks

I'm PG'n

So I spit gad dum hits!

Call it riggin call it liftin

Gotta get those sticks

..... No wait

Donnage is the proper term

I'm clockin tonnage

As I get those birds

Need to come up with something new

Like well how could I help but do

What does this do anybody tell you?

I dunno maybe push the button

End the day straight up stuntin!

And I ain't frontin

I'm going home

Ain't sayin nothin!

Back to the thrown

Maybe end up nuttin

And I'm just playing around

Postin to the crowd

Whistlin I'm renown

A slight tilt in my crown

You think you can play with this?

It's not hard in case you missed

Just start with a shard

That's a sliver of a rhyme

Keep it clever and on time

Just stuff a syllable onto intervals

With comical subliminals

Let me tell you about the hottest girl I know.
At the club dancing kissing sippin on Patron. Hit the last call then i took her home. But in the mornin I forgot to get her phone. So the next few weeks been spending on my own.

Till one day as I was walking through the mall. Then I seen her there but she was not alone. Shorty come up and she took me by the arm. How you doing what is going on. She said hello let me introduce my mom. Maybe later we can have some fun. Hold up girl why don't you tell me bout your mom.

I just had to meet her mom. No it had to be her mom. Know I had to eat her mom. Please girl tell me bout your mom. Please girl tell me bout your mom.

GOOD MEME

Well turns out that was a lie.

I didn't intend to put it off this way

I just feel like I wanna die.

Depressions got my mind messed up,

feels like I'm quickly sinking.

Gone are the days of being a young pup,

seems my only salvation is drinking.

I can smile and laugh and enjoy a bubble bath

but behind my dull eyes you'll see

My train is sick of the tracks, cant break away from the path

that is my bleak little reality.

HOLD YOUR BREATH

It's liquid death

Tried my best

To no contest

Nose is shut

Knees are jarred

Whats from my butt

Will leave you scarred

A slip of the tongue is not the fault of the mind a kick on the ass will bring back the mind

Sitting on the train and my head is pounding. The scratchy screechy voice of the announcer is sounding. Every bump, every shake, hammers in the nail. Surrounded by poles and bars like a prisoner in jail. Forced to suffer in this headache on tracks. Every noise turned up like it's set to max. Finally. My stop. I fly out the door. I refuse to take the train anymore. But of course tomorrow, I'll be back and once again she'll say, "The next stop is, Avenue J"

The harder things are the richer you'll be, not shit that folds but with wealth you can't see.

The chip on your shoulder can anchor your game, though if it tends to define you best purge it with flame.

Don't fixate on hardship or quarrel and covet, just follow the Dao and this is life baby love it!!

Master your mind, align thoughts, deeds and feelings. Cast your shackles aside, send the old network reeling.

We aren't here to stress, or battle anger and doubt, we're here to push light - chase the darkest souls out.

We're here to reclaim humaniities right and embrace our true natures, who's up for the fight??

I don't wanna boast this. But this shit is atrocious. Hold your noses. Bathroom smelling like necrosis. Only thing that compares to this grossness. Your toothless mamas chronic halitosis. Smells like dude shat so hard he reversed the coriolis

Hold your breath. it's liquid death. Trying my best. A real contest. Nose is shut. Knees are jarred. What's from my butt. Will leave you scarred.

When I shit. Water touch my dick. Gotta tuck my junk. To keep it out the funk

What is this coming from my backside. I swear I don't understand why. But this evil must be vanquished. For the betterment of mankind. So I sit here in anguish. Cursing in ancient language.

Bet you yet to wet your pet; bathe that unnamed name window pain in the ass. paine in the glass. same reason Nas got summon to all the seminars to a better far class; But my trash lyrics are trash lyrics so stop reading the last lyrics on a dash appearance, no hearing aid paid for your granny's ear sick on a fast dear stance llving time on the clearest path peering out to heaven.

Does it feel alone?

Did I leave it in the car?

Or perhaps I left it at the bar?

Might it be hiding in my pants?

Or did I leave at my aunt's? (pronounced "ants", not "onts")

Maybe my friend could give it a ring,

So i might hear it sing.

Help me find my phone.

so i won't be alone