In here I am selling an item I cannot let you see,
You can hold it dearly right after your purchase...
Here, through these lines,
something I am going to reveal...
If facebook was an actual book sold on a nook...
Reviews would call it a waste of time...
As I walked home,
From a long day at work...
See you crave drugs and money -
dull your five senses, sonny...
Stan's a man in uniform,
a man with real power...
What is the difference
Between a poem and a rap...
You talk like a man with a paper butt,
you are a chicken with a rooster strut...
I am a dune beetle
I stick my face in doodoo...
Years I've dreamed of snagging her
And holding her softly in my hands...
Her petals glisten with morning dew
It's such a fine sight to see...
If you let the parts open
people will see in...