Tightly Wound
I know I'm a little tightly wound.
I continue running as I hit the ground.
I'm on the hunt and all over I am found.
I'm a dog. What kind? A hound.
Nothing good or bad will last.
My nose works good and my mind moves fast.
What's going on now started in the past.
To me, all their blame, is what they cast.
I speak in rhymes with the story I tell.
The story they tell is one they sell.
I continue ringing the alarm Bell.
My mind can't help but to constantly dwell.
Do I have what it will take?
You better believe it, I am not fake.
Over the coals my butt they rake.
Why me, do they constantly forsake?
I may be a devil, but they're the ones who's evil instead.
It doesn't matter if my color is red.
Blood runs through to my toes and head.
My words live forever so I will never be dead.
The Rant
Off I go into a Rant.
You want me to stop? Well too bad, I shant.
Why won't you stop? Don't tell me you can't.
I'm coming at you straight and not at a slant.
So go on continuing playing your silly little game.
Go on continuing seeking your fortune and fame.
Cast your blame, I feel no shame.
One day you will realize why my name is...
RHAME!!!👺💋
May 08