Bombos Blow Hole
Bombo is a dude from around the block
He is so cool don't need a clock
when there was an earthquake he was the aftershock
and for your boat he'll be the dock
tonight the crows fly high, but Bombo's the whole flock
the teacher has written no need for chock (slang for chalk)
top notch is his game, never needing fame he climbs higher than a climber and flows longer than a mane
it's insane you'll need a crane just to see what else he'll drain...
from the main vein
(e minor)
mainlining astrologic fantastic parade he writes poems out of reprints and gets recipes from serenades
don't you dare-anade his mama's charades
the gatorade, it's in you
thus we need to continue
followed by the bones sinew
around the blocktastic its magic a clock rash is his time
he rubs it out to the four winds asking for another rhyme
which came first the lemon or lime
the lime or the lemon
eleven
O'clock
o clock
jinx
you owe me some coke
that's adult for drugs
or a pink pillow full of acid
his penis ain't placid
for your heart
aiming like cupid
Triassic ramps form foam on a tiny bone
Shalom said the Jew
A-chew
A-chew
to the watch goes the few and you should be in for a screw by now
brown cow
Only the sea monkey knows how
to hit the Punjab
the vitamin c goes into thee
its nourishment far more healthy than my sed
sedd
seed
you will bleed from every orifice
on my face
what a disgrace for the name
or on my face its the same as the walking dreaming sleeping falling disgrace
most likely to succeed
suck seed indeed
is that greed you need to feed the inner deed of Reed
Like Mike the guy down the street
a polyp he grows on the inner skin of my thigh, a truly walking stand upright kind of guy
He's got the rye bread
his mistakes are so few achew achew
he's got the rye bread
bed head
ranch hand
forget me not
on the dot
plots of land
hits the spot
a ranking seething hole so clotted up with snot
blow!
you just don't know where our minds will go in a night terror
you scream my name
In A Night Terror
I'm awake again
Oh
Good morning
who is this?
It's me your dad
mom and I are fine
papa? It was dream? Who was tha... never mind
Yes son, son yes, it's time for your bath
deliver me father
scrub the frogs from my hair
s=a
I just don't care
soup=unapologetic shock?
soup=anagram
t=w
me=loving you
without war, there is no peace
my wee polyp
turns bright red
Without peace there is no Greece where the Romans fled
I reach into my pants to check my cum tanks, ready for a spill
when they've blown no more thrill
blue whales blow krill
know my robes gonna fit because I tried it on at the gates of hell
nighty whitey
biteme spidey