I walk in a daze
The clouds parting for my skill
Poetry is cool
And I make it real good.
People cry out for my gift
They beg for some hope
But instead I give them beauty.
Real pretty beauty stuff.
Oh, ode, how you capture my words
And make me sound even better
Than I do in person.
Pssh. Like that's possible.
I did your mom.
I walk in a daze
The clouds parting for my skill
Poetry is cool
And I make it real good.
People cry out for my gift
They beg for some hope
But instead I give them beauty.
Real pretty beauty stuff.
Oh, ode, how you capture my words
And make me sound even better
Than I do in person.
Pssh. Like that's possible.
I did your mom.
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