plumcharlie - counting out syllables

Lyrical genre
The tip of the tongue drips in double entendres til' they catch on
Pursuant and howling at moons from the alters if the thought's wrong
A fictional character steadily wanders
Habitual process, counting out syllables
Rhythm is pondered
Try to give a gift for the lift at subliminal concerts
Put them lights on
With the spiritual, digital, visuals conjured
Tip toe with the right words
Or they sweat it, vignette it, beset it with sponsors
Divisible conquered
The water is gettin' hotter for the lobsters
Typical whoppers
Cyclical drama from dismal impostors
We welcome a truth serum administered by principled doctors
Seldom the youth hears them, pennies a plenty, a pocketed congress
Trickle-down mobsters
Diluted solutions for fixable problems
Sell them our snapshots of life
Opinions, we rate them
This will checkmate them
Cuz' we like the likes a whole lot
Agree, disagree, late a night just to debate them
We could deflate them but we like them likes a whole lot
Steady the motion
Unlockin', undockin', and walkin' a boat to the ocean cuz' the wind's strong.
Letters in bottles of wintered emotions for the headstrong
The talking, the blocking of shocking commotion
Sippin' on potions with coconut lotions
Mimicking doves
Learning commitment, kind of
Physical
Placing small here above
Being amendable to all of people
Love
Sailing it onward through the boarders of a warmer type of love
Becoming soft spoken
Sell them our snapshots of life
Opinions, we rate them
This will checkmate them
Cuz' we like the likes a whole lot
Agree, disagree, late a night just to debate them
We could deflate them but we like them likes a whole lot
Taking a breather a minute to check out of the race and take off
Who cares how they spin it, not in it
Warm sun's on the face, log off
Taking a breather a minute to check out of the race and take off
Warm sun's on the face, log off
Taking a breather a minute to check out of the race and take off
Who cares how they spin it, not in it
Warm sun, on my face, arise
Forgetting all that I am
Forgetting all that I am, I can

Written by:
Charles Plummer

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