The Rhyming Game

So let the rainbow flow
we all hope then it goes

Yeah, you just let it go
Cause now it’s you on your own
Here’s another for you
Yes, another bit of unicorn-poo

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if the whole worlds produced shit (human waste) of one day is collected anywhere
Would it be a mountain or an ocean in what we were?

Isn’t all the soil/mud in the world originally :shit:???

[ot maybe some kind of pie, kinda

and maybe some more, but imagine the masses of masses of shit ]

but we ARE rhyming here,
so I think an ocean, that makes fear

is the only way to get things clear

but for today we’re still confused

In the wastelands of today,
When there’s nothing left to lose,
And and there’s nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,

However, in the end, all must lose.

@the_termin8r1 and where the rhyme ???my dear Robert ??? :point_up:
when theres nothing else to lose
you´re the one to choose
and even for a unicorn poo
there is choosing possible too!

Lose and choose

And so the rhyme continue
Oops I spilled my orange juice
Abusing wordly tools
Leaving some confused

I tired of doing all these chore,
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else’s more

Don’t start with the ugly part, don’t end with the things that will make them want to walk away
Tune in at the din again, another price ain’t cheap but somebody’s gonna have to pay

Let the sun fade out, and another one rise
For there is always a reward, a prize
in the game of life that needs to be won
but before that, you’re gonna pay for what you’ve done

One time for the words divine, and two times for the things that you hope you never have to say
Three scenes in a dead man’s dream, and the girls tell the boys that they better fucking run away

This is beautiful. Is it from some story?
Tell me the name, and you will be a step closer to glory.

Oh yes, you can only guess, what it is, what it was, don’t remember what I had in mind
Shotgunning on a joy ride, coming down the block, half-cocked nearly half the time

Let me tell you people what you need to know
You gotta plant a lot of seeds for your weed to grow
You also gotta know when you need to run
You hear that?
That’s the sound of a shotgun!

You are getting good at this game, I don’t know if I will be able to keep up.
Have you heard LP’s “Plaster”? It starts with Chester screaming “Shut Up”.

(Refrain)(These are the weirdest rhymes I’ve ever seen
Then again, where have I been?)