You read me, I have issues, but don’t hand me no tissues. These aren’t those kinds of issues I’m issuing about. Sally forth, super scour, these words are gonna be a shower raining down fishing flounder.
Many thanks to Hive account@cmplxty and Hive account@crosheille for encouraging me to do a post in #RantComplainTalk. Sending love to both of you. All my ranting is usually solo private performances that melt into a visual art piece, not words. I’m taking a step out of my comfort zone, taking a rap rant risk of a tsk tsk, a tisk-it, a task-it, hope no blown gasket is gonna mean my casket.
JOIN ME
“You run hot and cold”, or so I’m told. That story’s getting way old. You want to scold? Take an inward glance without the dance, wake from your trance. Think twice in a thrice before I squeeze you in my vice that isn’t nice.
What’s the score on the dancing floor? I’m down to four, watching for no more. You see, I’m a bad girl, sad girl, rad girl, not down with ducking, bobbing, and sucking. Costs me plenty running on empty. Costs you more on that score flushing qual-it-y to itty bitty out through the door.
BLUE BIRD
How are you? I’m okay. How are you?I’m okay but not okay that you’re not okay that I’m okay. What did I just say? You want me to play or pay? Mushroom explosion erosion bulldozing down without ground. Fake that shake, lay with snakes, roll with your outrageous entourage in that garage. Just stop with your built-in barrage to self-assuage.
Need a fix using tricks? Need that feed? Don’t look at me with greed used up steed. Eyes upon your lies more than you realize, I will not lie. A poke prod joke on the bloke, all bespoke, no joke, now here’s the rope for the slippery slope. Is that you choking? Are you just joking?
YES
Go with the flow no go pressure on blow or go. Imposters, fake eyed smiles slinging fangs ready to bang. Who rang?You rang and wanna bang? Energy stealing vampires why don’t you all retire and expire in the fire you feed with your greed. B Flat Minor’s not my rejoinder to produce the coinor is bend over.
WHOLE SELF
You got a problem with me that’s your problem to see. I’m not laying out the sea for you to see, see? Go ahead and take a d-dimer on the niner, you won't finder in your own, wearing that blinder, my reminder. Better not about speak, watching your growing beak all up in aggrandize, philosophize, float those lies, spies, and backdoor flies.
ORANGE SPEW
Hard knock to rock with just talk I’m gonna block. I’m not cynical beyond the biblical you’re preaching teaching laced with what gift now? Straight up poison you parasites purchasing power purloined. Forget pork loin meet and greet, good-bye meat that’s no treat. World sick. So sick! Totally sick ossik!
NEW
All photos taken by Nine with a Pentax digital 35mm camera.
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for encouraging me to do a post in #RantComplainTalk. Sending love to both of you. All my ranting is usually solo private performances that melt into a visual art piece, not words. I’m taking a step out of my comfort zone, taking a rap rant risk of a tsk tsk, a tisk-it, a task-it, hope no blown gasket is gonna mean my casket.
