Ok, i'll have a go,...
Im gunna spill my ink all over this paper, and not alle oop, ... it over the incinerator,
I can debate ya, or i can hate ya, but this rhyme aint destined for waste paper,
Its not history, or mystery, its little symbols starin back at ya, sayin whats your trickery,
You can bitterly agonise, in a few lines of victory, but the past is the past, whats now is contradictory,
One step two steps, you got ya vest, three steps four, squarley on ya chest,
Im a wiggle a little bit, maybe a wobble or two, maybe mr squiggle has a rhyme for u too,
Woosh goes the rocket, unplugged from the socket, hold ur head up, so I can staple this docket,
Straight to your forehead, equipped with a warhead, times up u lose, time to more forward.
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on Feb 26th, '14, 05:17, edited 1 time in total.