Whoops! I just farted.
Lucky nobody’s around.
Smells terrible too,
Like a corpse in the ground.
There’s no meaning,
To anything in the world.
It’s all there and not there,
At the same time.
I am trying to rhyme so hard,
It hurts, because words were made,
To communicate, not heard.
Payback’s a bitch, you’re right Stephen K,
But there’s also good karma,
And all that bullshit people sell you.
The world isn’t dead, just not “woke”,
For every struggle two hands go through,
There’s six more to help you.
Is this good enough to rap, I wonder,
Heck, who cares, as long as the beats are thunder.
I have so much to say, I forget what it is;
I pay a shrink to remind me this.
Catharsis is getting it out of your system,
But what if your system is full of holes?
Shouldn’t all the pain escape through the pores?
I make no sense, but I see the light.
Not at the end of the tunnel,
But right here by my side.