I took singing lessons from a tone-deaf cunning linguist
And became a comedian poet
Ghost Writing for the spirit of a kid who can't flow
Yet Wishes he did
I fill my notebooks with digital ink spots
Because instead of the bass for me the pen drops
And having always killed I pen a poetic ode
Entitled 'Disregard the Cops'
With a side note that like bad dogs
It's the hand on the leash to blame for the beast
In the mirror I see a psycho mental giant
In a land of giant slayers who don't know jack
Breaking the ice with every step
Polar bears are fucked till I'm kept in check
Jessica drowns alongside Jesters
Rocking everywhere from Chickentown to Chester
Disproportionately proud of chest hair
Can't afford to leave the nest
Yeah
I took singing lessons from a tone-deaf cunning linguist
And became a comedian poet
Trouble is
Now I think I know it
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