I write so fast, my pencils shadows cast a fast moving object don’t object I am correct my poems are perfect.
They say I rhyme like 50 my words are so pretty. I write so fast my pencils like the car of Richard Petty.
I never thought my poems would make it this far. I thought I would just be reading them in dumb empty bars.
Now even aliens are enjoying them on Mars.
They say sneeze is a sparkling gem. But now my champagne is sparkling.
Now I take my Bentley out of park and roll like a shark. While the dogs bark at the blasting music in the trunk
I never thought I would make it this far.
PUNK!