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Rap Rhyme
My poem was born from thinking,
Like Stephen King riding in a limousine and sucking a tangerine and reading a magazine.
Thinking ‘bout a Venice Gondolier and a financier who disappeared.
My poem speaks from the heart, unlike a Simpson named Bart.
My poem is not profane, it’s propane.
My poem is not insane, it’s humane.
My poem doesn’t restrains, it sustains.
My poem is as true as a statue, it’s not misconstrued, it’s not taboo.
Like when the Sioux pursued a cockatoo who stole their canoe,
Well maybe my poem is a little fake, a little half-baked, like a lying snake.
But still, my poem is the best, it’s better than all the rest, it’s the strongest bird in the nest, it’s a praise fest.
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