1 me, 2 you, 3 she

Only 1 me, but 2 yous,

that's W - like You-You,

This bitch is bad as Juju,

this bird like nuts - Hi, I'm just Cookoo,

Lying with my Boo's Boo - ohh - True True,

Deny that I shine bright, enticed by the Lime-light,

Chills down my spine - feels real like Dry Ice,

Pills and Pipes like my Lifeline - still the night-times when I might rise,

Not A Human Being - like SciFi,

Sigh - like whys my life's rife with vice, strife, chide plights & in hind sight,

Lifelike ain't right - try - define life in rhyme - Hi - mines Twilight,

and her wide, white, hind-thighs are suitable,

to use as full New Moons,

 

I'd cry but my eyes blind from the bright shine of the Lime-light,

I Utilize - Pluming Spice then viewing my pupil size Quadruple, eyes,

widen like Widevine or a Giant Cue Ball,

since I might ride bikes as I shoot pool,

Sigh - I can't spy my eye's white, even in bright lights,

why - why, I know I'm faded like light dye,

and my kite so high it sublimed in the entire sky,

 

Switch topic - a dimes a dimes,

a bitch a bitch, and a hoe a hoe,

It's obvious - find a wife,

just sink ya ship in ya shit - creek,

no - then go and row ya boat, pipsqueak,

and just know if you think beef,

Tim a stick ya pinkies, fingers,

in the sink ta fricking skin it,

ripping skin strips then I rinse it,

when I rinse it, drain fins spin quick,

like the wind in hurricanes and blizzards,

then in-sync it - slits the pinkish, skin tips inches inwards,

then down the sink - slithers disfigured finger tips like chips from splinters,