You thowin junk, chump!
think you can hang?
think you can throw down that wacky rappy slang?
kickin jams and bustin raps?
your little yoyo? HA! that little gun with caps??
Nah, son, you got it all wrong.
You got to stop that rap an “SIING A SOOOONG!!”
But song from the heart,
A song shown in art
Not sung with the voice
But with skills, fluidity and wiseful choice
Sing with your hands, sound with the string
The floating orb, just doing its own thing
Sometimes there are knots, and other times tangles
The joy at times comes in untangling the mangle.
Others look on, baffled and confused,
but to you its just you, and the things that you do.
Peaceful found, Mind quieted down
Explore the infinity of the tether abound.
Yo times two, fun times three
play inspired, express free!!!
Just be you, and let me be me.
Some things I love are trees-throws-dreads-jncos-MTG!
(now that i went off on that tangent, please excuse that bardful outburst and now I will play the game proper)
How can this be? How can he survive?