I crave to rant and rave
It's like I'm designed to conduct condemnations, I can't help but harass with my harangues, as if my quest was to dispute with extensive diatribes
eliciting my contentions of whatever were your intentions.
My philia is for poledancing, lip pics
, and polemic philippics.
I cherish the fruit of feedback, it's the sumptuous cherries
of contemptuous contemporaries and revolutionary adversaries, the strawberries of
preliminary vocabularies that lead us to become literary luminaries.
and innuendo too, obviously.
I'm just that stalker in the green light, on the scene causing fright looking to convene and fight, but am I libertine or right?
When I see you dancing there without a care, mouthing off and jumping the gun with that sass, all I can do is intervene and hammer away at you with a
glean of what I seen, know what I mean? In that situation I'll butt in and assert a contest and when you skirt around in our skirmish I'll testify and
show you who's best as you feel a bit squeamish at what I attest.
I just wanna get in your face and go at it one on one, we can battle and feud but don't make it lewd so let's keep it clean. Don't abstain from our
squabble though I'd like you to give in and wrangle with me in the corral over a quarrel of babble.
Let's dabble in every angle as I arouse you in a debate craze, you can turn on me and prove you got support for that display. I know I'll make you
mouth off, swear, and bite as I horn in and justify what I profess with a scoff and a bibliographic cite.
So why don't you get back at me and rebut in protest and disprove my lexicographic groove? I'll rejoin and make a claim as my comeback and then we'll
be in touch and on track, it'll make a stir as I compel you to flame, burn up and commit to a drastic move.
Don't abstain from what I admit, give in to my arcane brain and let's get sane as we bump heads, submit to what I explain and we'll have at each other
on these forum threads. And I love it when you put up a struggle after I pick an argument, it's like we just snuggle in this turbulent tournament when
you fall to my verbal armament and surrender under this encirclement.
And if you care to share this affair could go on for an all night wrestle, you can rehash and bicker like a fanatic so I could demonstrate how we mate
in our enigmatic tussle, our climactic fight where we clash and grapple in a free-for-all hoo-ha, and you can call it a problematic mental scuffle
with Mr Muzzle.