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Anazazi’s Kamikaaze
Anazazi’s Kamikaaze
A gentleman rogue or an arrogant prick?
Take your pick.
Match this face. I don’t slake to status race.
Crash human disgrace! The zoo hungers and devours on.
200 kilometers an hour on the autobahn!
Melt what remains, dealt from the pain
And blotter on.
To take my place, fathering bombs!
Developments unfold. Variants of smut and licks!
Sharing disgust! Like showing up to a potluck
Baring carrion cold cuts!
No distress, slay and test me!
Like Cary Elwes, a.ka. Wesley
Stressing nothing!
Blessing each episode, besting chodes
Jesting shows in rattling wiles
That battling runs with smiles!
Prattling tongue guns for miles
While your mom’s cum gets me riled!
Baring carrion cold cuts…
I didn’t expect you’d actually DIGEST it!
Fuck, okay. E.M.T. not reckless. I’ll remain collected.
You’re in luck, accept some quick shit!
As in, I CAME UP! I’m a father. I pick up slack.
I ALWAYS pack extra diuretics!
Peddling vogue? Your merriment makes me sick!
Intelligent code bares thin taking pop’s place to Level TWITCH!
“Win the game when you fill OUR frame!”
Nobody’s the same. But soon deformed. So costly.
Uniformed monstrosities!
Every trait to aim in fashion’s graceless game is another paper chase claim!
Corner conformity to redefine all forms of “Who is me?”
That caper stays encased with chains.
See me smile. I replaced such claims with freestyle!
Peddling vogue? Your merriment makes me sick.
Developments unfold, variants of smut and licks.
A gentleman rogue or an arrogant prick?
Take your pick.
Sentiments and woes I share them quick.
A head to blast. Ahead of things, but dead last on editing.
Most lusty flows are just crowing. Comp interference cleared with mantras to hear.
Because experience’s biggest reward is no more fear.
Just show what’s near to jest. To spear what’s best.
Everyday introducing new solutions and views of my constitution
Forever I play because second to prostitution?
Maintaining morale conditions
And moral editions
In oral tradition
And blessing bold to grin?
Is the world’s oldest profession!
A gentleman rogue or an arrogant prick?
Take your pick.
Match this face. I don’t slake to status race.
Crash human disgrace! The zoo hungers and devours on.
200 kilometers an hour on the autobahn!
Melt what remains, dealt from the pain
And blotter on.
To take my place, fathering bombs!
Developments unfold. Variants of smut and licks!
Sharing disgust! Like showing up to a potluck
Baring carrion cold cuts!
No distress, slay and test me!
Like Cary Elwes, a.ka. Wesley
Stressing nothing!
Blessing each episode, besting chodes
Jesting shows in rattling wiles
That battling runs with smiles!
Prattling tongue guns for miles
While your mom’s cum gets me riled!
Baring carrion cold cuts…
I didn’t expect you’d actually DIGEST it!
Fuck, okay. E.M.T. not reckless. I’ll remain collected.
You’re in luck, accept some quick shit!
As in, I CAME UP! I’m a father. I pick up slack.
I ALWAYS pack extra diuretics!
Peddling vogue? Your merriment makes me sick!
Intelligent code bares thin taking pop’s place to Level TWITCH!
“Win the game when you fill OUR frame!”
Nobody’s the same. But soon deformed. So costly.
Uniformed monstrosities!
Every trait to aim in fashion’s graceless game is another paper chase claim!
Corner conformity to redefine all forms of “Who is me?”
That caper stays encased with chains.
See me smile. I replaced such claims with freestyle!
Peddling vogue? Your merriment makes me sick.
Developments unfold, variants of smut and licks.
A gentleman rogue or an arrogant prick?
Take your pick.
Sentiments and woes I share them quick.
A head to blast. Ahead of things, but dead last on editing.
Most lusty flows are just crowing. Comp interference cleared with mantras to hear.
Because experience’s biggest reward is no more fear.
Just show what’s near to jest. To spear what’s best.
Everyday introducing new solutions and views of my constitution
Forever I play because second to prostitution?
Maintaining morale conditions
And moral editions
In oral tradition
And blessing bold to grin?
Is the world’s oldest profession!
Published 22nd May 2013
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22nd May 2013 11:24pm
28th May 2013 2:19am
Thank you for giving the work a chance soul sister! Stories are sacred and to reach other storytellers is to keep the music alive.
23rd May 2013 00:36am
28th May 2013 2:21am
Thank you for catching it! When final impact and message combine is when I feel I've done my duty.
