Good Heavens

Good heavens!
An engine of ingenuity is under my hood revvin'
And revvin'
And revvin'
Three times for six V’s cause it’s a V6
Like Eve 6 with the E’s nixed
I spit my first bars a bit before my bar mitzvah
Now I’m artistically marvelous
From the La Brea tar pits to Mar Vista
A place where you can see sea? ¡Sí!
And I will stop here: cease ici.
Cause I love 2 romance languages
And I know a good thing
But I also know when it’s done.
So I will end this extended pun
Anyone still listening is screaming «Finally!»
Like CeCe Peniston
Friends, it’s unclear where to take it from here
So I’ll take the plunge, expunge fear
And lunge off the brink, and fence
I’m trying to second-guess and reckon less
Say «Heck yes» to recklessness and steer by instinctive sense
Commit to inspirations by committing them to paper in ink:
Permanent inkling cement.
Why pencil it if I can write in pen? Solidify!
On Twitter, my pal Allie thinks
My resemblance to Barton Fink’s immense
And I agree. If I didn’t, I would be bonkers.
Getting along’s stronger
When you concur, you conquer!
Fusion over fission, leaf over beef, bro
I’m at the plant-based, not the beast-based bistro
Thank you over please.
«Yo!» «Sup?» «Sit and sup with me. A cup of tea?»
«Nah, an espresso’s more my cup of tea.»
puppetry explodes errit-eruptively.
Scratch the fire, man, like a feline that climbed up a tree
Pops made music. Mom pens poetry.
They collabo’ed one time only.
She wrote up the rap and he Produced the track and the
Result goes Zachary! Zachary! Zachary!
And I will keep singing that song
That my mom and my daddy composed
Until I’m dead and decomposed
And maybe even beyond in the happy hunting ground
Here’s a rappy grunting sound
(ungh!)
Now we can close.
The only reason I would care if Evan Rachel Wood
Would select Chris Evans as her life-mate
And hyphenate her name
So it became «Evan Rachel-Wood Evans»
Is because it would rhyme perfectly with «Good heavens!»
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