11/19/13 “Cheese Rap Pt.2” Fly into the sky like a bird High from the herb No lie my word As I eye the herd Before its July the third I have no intentions to try Curd Wearing a shirt colored Sienna On my way to see Jenna I put myself in a dilemma Because of my own vendettas I fired the beretta Outside the restaurant called Feta I was drinking this beer made with barley At this huge party Where there were so many people it seemed like an army Some smoking like Marley And some taking shots of Bacardi While others were inside on the Atari As the night was starry I ate some hearty salsa with parsley Then had Havarti I had to talk with Bella To get my mozzarella Before I was off with Ella I had some pasta With ricotta And it was all hot as lava So I washed it down with guava and vodka In the restaurant plaza I had a foreign cola And some gorgonzola On my way to bring back Morgan’s bola I remember playing two square But now it’s a new air With few prayers Through swears Atop the blue stairs You can see all the clues there Unless its easy for you to scare Cross me if you dare You said you do care With a true glare While you ate gruyere I like Swiss Miss On days like this It’s as good as it gets I was after the unknown As I left an unanswered phone at home With a bag of supplies and mascarpone Would there be a new chapter shown? My mind was in the dumpster As a youngster I had the hunger for more than Muenster Each and every summer And I made blunders That almost put me under Sometimes I would wonder When it would rain and thunder But then I began to discover That life only got tougher No longer can I see my mother suffer I will give all the strength I can muster I put my parka on And thought about karma long Before I had some chicken parmesan I had a local scone Made with provolone While I got a call on my mobile phone
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 17:11:59 +0000
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