Starting to remember myself, who is that guy, just some lame ass, river crying, fat, lass, you get a pass, you’re last, and that was the last thing that echoed out, somebody shout, I’m in love,

And he left her there, it was quite lame, said, wouldn’t you do the same, and the next thing echoed out, I forgot what’s in between these, adventures, into the valid, approval, of my sister, I think he has a lisp, the poet should quit, and the third thing that echoed out, just a random dude, a planeswalker, what would he do without her, and laughter, I hate it here, I wish you were queer, I would rather be weird, a poet and his rhymes, a why is he gambling, his life is in shambles, I left it there, he wasn’t quite there yet, in the next century, he’ll get it, claim everything,

Oh I can forgive her, what did you do to get into her, and the next thing echoed out, and I’m left out, I’ll have to shout, to get into her pants, that’s what I’m all about, anyways, I’m not sure who he is anymore, all the things he went through, those adventures, what will it become, maybe you’re too young, just another identity, from the family tree,

I’m coming, on her pants, and he ran, it’s a rainy day, and the journey was worthy, of a hero and his three tails, where will he go, where will it land, marry me, and a third thing echoed out, branches, maybe, what will he say to me, you’re not even listening, I’m trying to go this way, we’re bound to split up, let’s meet back at my place, I’ll show you a good time, just a poet and his house of rhymes,

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He needs to stop using that, I’m tired of that rhyme, but what would we do without love, maybe I’ll learn, to choose something new, a creep, a mouse, and Youtube,

He’s quite lewd, not sure, how he’s able to say it, he is stained, yes, and he let them in, he couldn’t quite make it, I’ll shake it, at the next light, I won’t see her, she gave me quite a fright,

That’s right, I hit that girl that night, wanted to be in her life,

Was it worth it, it was quite a thrill, to be chosen, for this love song, you were my first, anyways we left him there, and it was quite weird, what’s all this stuff that’s growing, he’s just using you, for the song, he’ll love you all night long, I think I know the way, to the next song, too long, a thong, a butt, some cheeks, I’ll see you next week, I think he has enough ammo, to last all month, god, I’m tired, I’m sure if we learned to listen, we’d connect, tell you about my life, what’s next, a coffee, some drinks, ah, I think I have to win, anyways, he didn’t want to gamble it, but he wanted to think about his life, that’s right, where did we leave it, next door, show her the way, of love, and he learned, to stop quitting, the next thing shouted out, I shout I’m in love, I just need a hug, when will the rhyming end, and the next thing you know it, we were okay with it, he didn’t quit quite yet, help him fall in love, I’ll sell him for forty cents, how much, for rent, do I just, put it right in, and the next thing you know, he dropped it, ran away with it, and the chase was on, when will the lion feed, next song, play next, no not that one, the pretty one, I could do it blind, well, what’s on, and he couldn’t wait, had to ease her in, okay, I’m all in, how much was it worth, to disrespect her, cum on her chest, no, don’t rest, you can make it, and an answer called out, he said, shout, I’m in love, and the poet died there.