The Slam Jester Society

I'm on a poetry kick!

My rhymes are so hOnKiN SICK!

Take them to the Hospital:

Doc said The Flow is Terminal.

WHEN POPPING A FAYGO, A CLOWN'S GOTTA ASK

"HOW DID YOUR DAY GO?", AND IF YOU'RE UP TO THE TASK

SLAM JAMS WITH A BROTHA OR A SISTA OR OTHERWISE

TRY SOMETHING NEW, MAYBE SOMETHING WILL FIT YOUR SIZE

WHEN FEELING THE RAGE, YOU GOTTA GET IT OUT YOUR BONES

THEN THINK LIKE A SAGE AND HOW THAT POWER IS HONED

AT THE END OF THE DAY WHEN WE'RE ALL KNOCKED OUT AND DAZED

REMEMBER "HONK HONK" TO YOU AND ONCE MORE LATER WE'LL PLAY

HONK HONK :o)

uh,, i got the flow like a guy thats gotta go

uncle john is gettin bigger muscles diggin with his hoe,,

i mean,, the agricultural implement

not where your dirty mind just went.

that ought to be self-evident,,

but self-doubt's my impediment

cos though im dropping beats

im happier doing feats

of gymnastics,,

bombastic,,

i bounce like im elastic

can you flip it flip it flip it

daddy shoot em from the hip it

doesnt matter if your spinning

when youre winning get a grip

and i joined em just to beat em

will you go another round,,

feel my plimsole on your seat

cos now im down,, uh,

im down with the clown

I’m D Biznasty,

I got the mad rhymes

I’m thirsty right now

but I’m not other times

I’ll go drink some water,

Like you have suggested,

Then I’ll piss it out later

When it’s been digested.

Those are the bars

That I came to say

so I’ll leave you now

And wish you a good day.

So MaNy BaRs... I'm GlAd YoU aLl HaD tHe TiMe

To ImBiBe H2o AnD dRoP a FaT rHyMe!

KeEp ThE mIrAcLeS fLoWiN (AnD tHe WaTeR tOo!)

If YoU aRe SeEiNg ThIs NoW, yOu AlReAdY kNoW wHaT tO dO! ):0)

what happens if we cant throw down sick rhymes all the time?

do we die? I'm dying to know

what happens if we cant keep the flow

When your rhymes cease?

Man, that sounds like PEACE.

Nothing to slam down about

No reason to Rage or pout.

So my friend, if you can't keep The Flow:

Sit back and relax, hOnK, and crack a Faygo. ):0)

Greetings slam jesters, lemons, apples, and limes,

I was dissatisfied with my previous rhymes

so I wrote some more lines

which took me some more times:

Consider messiahs of whimsical sort;

17 jokers, the carnival court;

Consider the evil their humor does thwart,

the wicked, the wretched, and all their cohort.

Ponder the mirthful

Ponder the hurtful

Ponder The Faygo, shaken and squirtful

Ponder the miracles, magic most worthful

all of it joyous, and nothing is dirgeful :O)

Don't mope around,

try to cope by doping down,

nope, now, that's a slope down

you'll just fall from the tightrope, drown.

Instead you just have to grope around,

reach out and find your hope, now. :O)

Break it down!

Don't break a frown.

Paint your face up and be a clown!

Clown around

all over town

Clown a touchdown and clown the crown! :O)

The Carnival calls to everyone;

So join together, rejoice as one!

And when it's over, your life is won:

You only get one chance, so just have fun! :O)

And stay hydrated, everyone! :O)

Yeaaaaaah, my iNvErTaBrOtHeR!

(Of course from another mother.)

Slamming down is my way to tell you all "yOu'Re fly, my brother!"

Drink water, love life, and be excellent to each other!

The Carnival was never a place, but a state of mind:

Bring up one another and leave the past behind.

Start anew with a smile and a coat of face paint.

Clown up on each other and laugh until we faint!

So until next time, my favorite Jesters Clowns and Mimes:

Be good to yourselves and look forward to good times!

mIrAcLeS ):0)