Fresh Humble MC's Bipolarity
(making rhymes not sense)
For one, five and three, that’s me
Yeah, that’s right he is in the house
Not pretending, not a Daddy Mac
Following instinct like water to dowse
Not intent on lightning speed attack
Wool cannot be trimmed of my back
Not the type to send myself a flower
Still you won't find me in ill wonder*
*This was my entry for Poetry Dice Challenge 4.
Hope you enjoyed it & looking forward to read your participations in this fun challenge.
I almost putted pictures from the short days of my youth when I somewhat espoused rap culture. Unfortunately for you, my pride will keep you from possibly having a good laugh at how as a teen, I sometime looked clownish all dressed up for the act, wearing wide pants, side cap, tainted glasses, rings & chains.
&
accept it as a kind of caricature of the old me.
(have to admit I still to this day enjoy the song)
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
You said 'clownish'
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Did I say clone-ish? ;-P