Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Nothing reliable.
Religion can't agree on sex.
Numbers can't agree on pi.

Normandy to freedom fry,
freedom dye and freedom buy,
freedom flies in the face of pie.
You play the ball where it may lie.
Whack! Dancin' on a cheap device.
Got ya hummin' a tune, runnin' advice.
Got ya crackin' the ice and runnin' vice,
runnin' leadfoot shine on glassy pine.
Now is no time to opine.

Cut up jam, jam up jam.
Interference perseverence,
disappearance, high clearance.
Nothing goes on up there I swear.
I was born with the Fed in my hair.

Let's play politik, left right left.
The calendar becomes a March.
Suddenly I have enemies and arch.
Fight and age, fight and rip off a page.
All of Shakespeare is a bi-polar stage.
Rage is the latest age.
My age is the rage.

Cheap device.
Melt polar ice.
Look out Miami.

fun rhymey stuff, sir nazz


hippy thanksgiving to you

You too, Doreen.
hippy T.

I think I should switch the 2nd and 3rd lines.
I'm the big beat mixmaster taco supreme with guacamole today..

i hear them double tables spinnin'
winnin', scratchin', batchin'...jazzin'
to the b.e.a.t. as if the pulse wasn't' enuff

Yes, DJ C., about all that's missin' is a little beatboxin'...
Curve, swerve, reverb..

Poetry bone with alotta meat on it!
Tearin it off I am!
I love this
H

Rhyming rhythm with brilliant metaphors. Well done.

John