Saturn Saturdays
I’m bloom to consume more than a few words on this paper to presume/
I pick to pitter patter playing on a plum/
Planning a ploy on a punk as I’m plotting a plan for the plot/
In a tight spot or not my light will burn hot/
I spite a slight stop as I o jot and stay in tip top shape/
Shaping this hip-hop state or shaving my flip flop of hate for my ways/
Skipped and slipped in slop sideways sometimes on Sundays most times Saturdays/
As I’m next to Saturn in a daze/
I host mines to hex who’s in whatever pattern to spatter and phase/
The placid aspects as I inspect man her sass pecks/
With assets to add sets to flesh/
No bad bets or frets to fetch/
Don’t flinch that flash will flex facts/
No regrets in fact in retrospect no more regress or recess in the process/
Just to redirect pushing towards progress and rewards to reword and report/
I’ll import my hymn sport for my sordid assorted words/
That sore did spurt as the pore’s forced to ponder/
In her orange corsage looking for pooriage in her poor triage/
As I’m up a tree gosh /
She needs to be free from the pleads to heed/
I didn’t breed a steed but instead I brought a verbal stead from my head/
Seek to keep it protected like PC protection for a mac book that pro tech dude did.
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