Toilet Talk/Rhymes With Orange

Toilet Talk/Rhymes with Orange

Wry, wily with rage I manage high mile-age damage.
File me as the spry, liber-mage Lilith forgave.
No denial, I’ll die before I give advantage away.
Every micro-organism slammed in every tsunami wave,
Hides and grows more again
In my mind to mend
Retimed when I spray
Like so many zombies in my haze.

I don’t push matters with excuses,
Or flush mistakes scattered loosely.
But gush and take time to choose,
Trust in the Divine when she seduces me.

Grooves burned into my eyes to glow,
Soothe when turned to fly in my flow,
Sets loose my lucid tongue, coming undone.

Releasing frets, unleashing my beast to feed,
So screwy sheeple can plead
But curse their fate.
Begging for mercy traded late

For sycophantic antics,
Worse than gushing froot loops,
Pooped with Kahlua-Metameucil,
Through a colostomy tube-
Connected through a lobotomy mis-used!
So I won’t apologize for the abuse.

It takes so much to hold it together.
So much is lost in faults like caustic salt
So much bolder to bless in pepper.
People shouldn’t have to be told to be better,
But scolded clever when they come untethered!

Sanctity is nothing but pampering.
Like thankfully stammering quickly
With a mangled candle to handle every angle
Of a camp fire ring
In a cramped city of heretics scampering!

Or spanking glia cells, freeing neuron shells
Better for answering.
Cranking pity is how wankers begin
Even mechanically amping
Pushing like Peter Frampton’s
Compu-noise confused-voice thing.
I’m thankful for simple flings,
Titties unhampered, uncramped and swinging.

Don’t be twirled and disturbed!
In a world where bluffing gets you strafed?
NOTHING is safe!
Like the Russian State
After an 80’s escape
Of crushed in fate,

Flushing won’t abate at all
Like an 8-ball in a bathroom stall
With an enraged D.A. and unpaid DEA in the hall.
Bummer they already had a plumber on call!
Verily nasty, nothing’s past me!
Like hairy gruff flakes
Promised
In scary Amish
Cherry pie unshaved--
Beware the garnish
In organic taste.

And on that inner play,
Simmer I say!
Dimmer sinners who lust for simpler days.
Trusting even Eve was blushing
When first the snappy snake
Served her an apple, gushing her awake.

Like roughage for your waste
This is a tough page to taste
But beating nerds
Leads to eating your words
Feeding my curse!

The quantity of maggots in a fresh corpse can assist in determining time of death. We are host to life that when we die, wins. Takes over.

I’ve got squirmin vermin in store for ya’!
Like Blaine Borgia
And General Sherman burning through Georgia!
Mark this carcass
As gore beyond rot.
All the lore lost on the spot.
A lifetime poured whole from one shot.
No holding stains of soul pains.
Unfolding mainframe from folded over remains.
Drained like Blaine’s patience,
Waiting for an arrangement
To listen to the dead.
The wishing of a sickened head.
Like the mission of the Inquisition misled.
No chance for me,
To dance with necromancy.
Lances of boils determined to spoil.
Truth from lips so blue.
Rigor mortis, damn you!
Can’t afford this dead man’s excuse!
Earning answers from insects?
Expecting to digest text.
From ghosts like cancer’s unrestricted growth.
Unhampered and without reckoning fret
In questioning those 3 days past death
Like the easy grace of Jonah Hex!

My backrhyme is just a link
The attack wasn’t timed to trust the brink,
Walking the line when I drink.
Weapons of ink,
Bridging every missing link,
Threatening when I think,
Never sweating when clever reckoning,
Slack shrinks.

Fast time grows a vast mind.
Shows asshole arts grow
Crass and cold
From the start
Past gold hearts

Quaken and never coddled
Shaking up knot-holes
Waking up bees
Who fought to hold those trees.

Like debating with Aristotle
Provoking honesty in comedy
Outspoken figures scoping to trigger
Ghandi to throttle and break a bottle!

I’m breaking the whole model
To re-condition a new vision
What y’all been missing
On this frame?
I’m re-whittling the game
On every decision I claimed
Get in my lane
And I’ll turn you into a bloody shit-stain
With muddy frets blessed to maim.

I won’t turn the other cheek yo!
‘Cause no one’s my equal,
Those I reach and roll
Are never the same
My patter like rain
Immortalizes my pain
Re-organizes your brain

Chatter and laughter for which I came
Splatters with a stature
Like the oddity of my name
Loki of Literati
I’m set to move your body
And groove every dare
I cleverly scare
Like unmanned air strikes
Setting their sights on Where’s Wally?

Stacking my RAM
Lots of things also ran.
Crotch-rings from a sore gram porn ma’am
With finely formed gams
Spurned early by sore prudes.
She would’ve earned squirrelly
Collecting as expected
Dues from changing social attitudes.

Ranging hopeful convolution
During reckless sexual revolution
Feckless froobies checking the mood
Of early 70’s messy fleshy movies
Loose to live
Lucrative
Shoots between tits still move me glib!

Lots of OTHER things also ran.
Watching your hand,
Botching your stand.
Accosting me man, will cost you land,
Rotted across a worn unplanned span.
Hocus pocus dude,

I’ll bust this flow for dust bowl sands
The manna’s mostly locust food!
Hatching war plans,
Snatching ordnance
Matching more again!
Catching shiny florins,
Dubloons of orange
When I can.

Don’t mind me,
Bold enough to move gold door hinges
From Heaven’s Gate
Afforded by the 11 who left late
Aspiring to absolve
A fireball in ’98!

Too early to sculpt a poke
At the cult joke Hale-Bopp in a hurry?
So screwy, so sue me, I’m unworried!


Aftermath:

Flowing with a style
Dancing on the tiles
Showing all the while
Knowing my chance was defiled.
Stolen glances owned by my hands since I was a child,
Dealt the blues in freestyle!
Cutting loose because my truth?
Doesn’t soothe but arouse!
I cut a truce like Faust!
Sliced the devil quiet
When he insulted me, peddling clout!

Said “Here, try it OUT!”

Mephisto wasn’t on my level,
Growling to shout
Howling from a slavering mouth.

“Aw, save it AND Hell’s razor rub, Beelzebub! I prefer LILITH’S feisty pout!”