Come on come one come all
Purify!
They hail they shout they call
Purify!
We shall purify with scissors
With words not tweezers
We shall shorten the gauze
To make the flow pause
We’ll be fine like a whisky
But drinking youth is too risky
God forbid, we believe alternatively
Nod your creed and banish negativity!
* No idea what tune it will have, wrote this outta boredom. Some parts may be shout-rapped.
What, is your band gonna do covers?
Have you no creative juices?
Have you no mind-bending powers?
Does your song lack needed spices?
Then call me!
The songwriter
Just call me
The love faker
I shall write your chorus and your verse
Chorus! Verse! Whichever goes first
Girls will drool and thirst
You’ll enter the chart at first
Max Martin? Aging Swedes
Diane Warren gives me nosebleeds
Babyface croons to fourth base
All this sickens my lovely taste
I’m facing competition
From you mister, self-proclaimed songwriter!
I’m not getting commission
Well big deal loser, my sh** is tighter
Flood!
Rushing in your blood
Mushing in your brain
Burning like acid rain
The Nile
Could never smell so vile
Despite all the mud
The gold shows through the crud
My self-diagnosis
Shows a thrombosis
An isotonic osmosis
Is this new genesis
My tracks are full of iron
My boots are lead
Reliable, if I’m not mistaken
But worn by the dead
It’s all conjured
No one was injured
Just leave me assured
Not mentally pressured
If there is not one answer
Don’t bother with the question
If there is not one flower
Don’t bother with the garden
Don’t worry if we’re going too fast
Worry if it’s not part of the deal
Don’t worry about how long it will last
Worry about how good it will feel
I am a pharmacist
Prescribing drugs I’ll never use
I am a botanist
Plucking flowers from beds I choose
I am a scientist
Causing double helixes to fuse
I am a pessimist
I wonder if I have anything to lose
Perhaps I’d heed, not admire
Perhaps I’d bleed through the wire
Perhaps my seed will expire
Perhaps my greed shall backfire
Back to reality. If there’s one thing Paul and I are good at, it’s staying single.
PRESSURE!
AGGRESSION!
Aggression is what I need
Aggression or I will be left to bleed
From my green eyes
From my fatigued thighs
Run, run! Don’t walk
Watch the length of your talk
Watch the strength of your balk
Watch the bitter taste of chalk
So your friend was unconventional.
Should public opinion be pivotal?
Was all you wanted approval?
What they said put you in denial
Should I have used my influence?
Reversed a negative appearance?
To backfire on me
To become my enemy
Don’t worry, my friend
My aggression will not be your end.
Sparkling diamond white
The warm fountain takes flight
Into the lake
Where the cake
Freshens and tinges
The nasal passages
The reservoir drains
The organic stains
A depression
Allows gravitation
That becomes a flood
Of streams unpolluted
It’s about time. The block slams me in the face; ready to disarm my slow pace.
My thoughts are frozen. My grey matter brazen. Sure it’s a conductor but it’s too conductant.
The choice is none. There is not even one. Is zero out of zero tasks considered done?
There may be alleviance from any nuisance but balance comes when an event happens.
Perhaps the skill comes from spinning ones will from a still to something that does more than fill?
It will be framed once the famed dame decides to claim that these lines with no name are not lame.
Achieving syncopating words with a ring can be taxing!
So I end my whine. Dots in a line! Dots in a line! Simply divine! They look so fine and they’re all mine…
Excessively violent
Inhumane defilement
There was a loud boom and all was silent
Misdirected torment
Judgemental punishment
An ugly outcome of an argument