Big eyed dino Joe
Anger begins with folly, and ends with regret.
All I see is my life ending
when I get hit by an knife
I wonder how it is after life
and does it have consequence on how you die
will you become a slave of a demon master if you lie
I could try to be a good boy
but would there be a garanty to avoid being a slave toy
shining knife flying through air
when that happens would I care,
when I get hit over and over and fall into a stair
breaking bones snapping vain
is this all what will be on my mind thinking of pain
or would i think of what or where I am going and what I am going to do
it’s so unclear, if only I knew.
Love is a prison where you are willingly to go
Seeing ants rising from the ground
that is when the summer is beginning to sprout
everything sweet that drops
from cookie dough till lolliepops
will be cleaned by ants in a glanze
Disipline and hard working
Makes there species survive
It’s like an edge of an knife
cutting and slashing through every living life
Walking al together in an line
step by step, all together now, that’s just fine
In this time and age we often forget
that living sollitair is all a gamble bet
living with no one at your side would be a regret
family and friends, now that’s where i’m set
Oh landscape made of chocolate
your just a state of art
not just anything you see on tv that’s made of fart
Everyone says that it does not exist
but every child in the world knows it does
Being an adult means leaving reality and enter the world of lust
Living life to the max is what they think is right
but all they do is loosing there sight.
Getting blinded and bump there heads to a pillar
it almost sounds regular, not once not twice but many times
Oh! landscape made of chocolate
save humankind with your liberate
show them your chocolate love
so they can taste what real chocolate is all about
Never poke your finger in your chocolate factory,
or you will never get rid of the stinky smell on your finger.
Words that don’t mean anything to the human brain
does not maintain.
But even so if it’s as beautifull as a sun rising or a orange moon
Words that does not mean a thing wil be forgotten soon.
Moon sinking in Ocean Waters,
Mankind sinking in obese butters
None of this mean anything
untill something inside let you a bell ring.
Sing sing sing words with a flow
But then again none of this does not mean a thing
it’s just emptyness that grow grow grows.
Thank you for reading my rhyme
But all of this is still a waste of time