EUPHORIA; Euphoric Me!

Me;            
              
I don't talk much "Miss" but when I do, I'm foul mouthed..              
Is that alright with you Darling?              
               
               
My Therapist;              
               
Go to sleep!              
             
               
Me;              
               
No!.. I don't feel like sleeping..              
I.. I.. I'm just.. Oh! Don't mind me..              
I just wanna keep blabbing and revealing the contents of my lame brain..              
               
               
My Therapist;              
               
How are feeling now?..                
             
               
Me;              
               
Feelings? Ha-ha..              
An extreme, unrealistic feelings of physical and emotional well being...               
               
               
My Therapist;              
               
No!              
I don't think so..              
I think you are trying to manipulate me..              
             
               
Me;              
               
Oh! Says the almighty soothsayer who can tell me when Beyonce will accept my proposal..              
               
               
After meeting you there's no need to reason only rhyme..                
To reason now is obsolete may be till my next visit to the consulate..              

        Here we go!       
               
Miracle girls I met in Waterloo..              
Only hit this jackpot of Lottos for you..     To get you into my hotel room..              
Twirl and whirl for me too..              
What I asked of you is not a taboo..           Even if you do, it won't satiate my hunger coz I masturbated knight and day my sexual appetite's just for Megan Boone..              
Keeps me wondering is this a deja vu?..              
               
Alongside me is Wallyroo..              
My nine to five you my Number Two..       Wondering what you gonna do next if you in my shoes..              
               
This progressive leukemia constantly attacking my bone marrow..              
               
My pain, sorrow!              
               
Please!.. Save me get me inside this marsupium or a pouch of this Kangaroo..
 I rushed through with this ministers of darkness in hot pursuit..              
               
M&M  lyrical genius to you I Salute..