Smelling It Up

I'm sitting here, trying to find the words, the terms that put my emotional observations into clear put formations.

This form relations, to warn you of these core nations, these poor torn, war formed conceptual combinations.

Flee, to be free from these conceptual abominations.

Lead me, to be freed from this misery, torturous synergy when I'm finding the side of me that's visibly and not invisibly.

I'm fiddly, I sure diddly, put these words into a giddy more bitterly coined fittingly more shit dribbling, than a toilet over flowing with shit.

Piddling on your shoes, I'm winning just to lose.

Deal with this, piss and shit all over this mix.

Like you pick it up and now you know it's my shit that be smelling it up.