7. Lets Have a Talk

Driving around in a plow, pow!

Non-hesitant to mow you down, foul!

Brains spill, spurt, forming projected blood drought's!

Jaw don't work no more, can you count?

Unpleasant peasant, rent dew but no tenant,

no work due to clement, sore core tour, bore,

open door, for you to formally explore more.

You hoard more broads than Igor,

squawking like a hawk when violated with a cork.

Forced towards Norman the foremen dork,

lore's 'n' draws, pulls forward a free portion of pork.

Teeth snapping, but lacking torque, blabbing

the thing you call 'rapping', too brief 'n' he fall napping,

wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

Tragedy pulled gravity, rapidly, how can that of happened?

Bares snacking, faking aching, this feeling isn't mistaken,

hair saturating, decaying. Stake making, baby laying,

preying to be saved, depraved from a inevitable, delayed,

measurable lifespan we made. The scan shows a brand, tanned,

cancer wasn't the plan, i am who i am, dammed,

snatched, wrapped 'n' crammed in saran, shipped to Japan,

journeyman with no fans. I'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

began, to flake , age like a page 'n' decay, it's a shame to say

I'll take away your day. Peter the reaper, is the act i leader,

weeper, teacher, sprinting creature, to defeat the elite cheater.

Disrupt, erupt the fucking meter, developed a fever,

enter seizure, fitting geezer needs a breather, disbeliever,

perceive the surgical procedure. Mechanical beating,

decreeing gears foreseeing the unseeing peers,

sneers fears, end nears, shed sheer tears for past years.

Flew past fast, threw the atmosphere last,

blast masses a cast to cover crafts.

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. Carousel,

swirl, twirl, hurl 'n' curl. Unfurl madder,

ascend the suspended ladder, repel the dwell,

spell befell my plaster, formed forever after for laughter,

cuff tough fuss of love in this chapter, live happy ever after.

Enter first perv. Swerve around the curves, turn,

burn rubber, trail of fire prior to gas and a lighter,

fire fighter here to spray, sway, pretend to save life's,

as he dives into a hive, and tries to pry open the vice,

all lies... he dies! Rises at sunrise, arises Ted with his head

swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

Mislead, zombie effect, redirect to the clinic to be checked,

injected with Ket, Meth, lead and Jet.

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. Signs of the subject

throwing up fine rhymes. Withdrawing appalling designs,

volley in the lobby, the scientist's are worrying about embodying

the form of a zombie 'n' but with too much coffee, folly hobby, too floppy.

Pretense turned into pretext with precept ownership of Ted's tea sets,

showmanship, the crowd all sit, remit,

develop a itch, flicked switch and eat shit.