Verbal Abuse with Part 3

Lyrically I'm a fanatic with a rhyming habit
Constantly at it like a poetry addict,
In every verse, every word, every noun, every verb,
Every outrageous blurb for you to observe.
Even the most absurd things you've ever heard
Sound so contagious when the phrases
Are placed in proper places and remain intact.
In fact blank pages are my Shakespearian stages
Where letters combine and entwine in time.
Somewhere deep inside my mind I find
The lever to unleash the beast whose clever
And never release any peace forever
Severed from anything I plan to endeavor.

(Part 2)

I dibble, I dabble, I make up words when I cheat in scrabble.
If you tattle, there wont be any battle I'll steal your saddle,
And your horse of course with force from my inner source.
Endorsed by me and enforced by three coarse men divorced
From life, and always more than a fourth crazy, maybe
If they would quit sniffing daisies and stalking Patrick Swayze
And pay me then I could retire or fire them untill then I desire them
To do my dirty deeds which needs to be done on a daily basis,
To feed my thirst for the worst if not then I will surely burst first
Exploding or imploding I just cannot decide on which.
Either one cannot be fixed or switched back to where I exist,
So if you dont want to catch a stitch or be left in a ditch, don't snitch.

(PART #3)


...................(TBC..(to be continued))

((WORK IN PROGRESS))