Walled-In Pondering by LMNōP

"Walled-In Pondering" (Psych/Hip-Hop)

submission for week 46 of r/SongAWeek, topic "Wordy"

Lyrics:
Incensed by all this 

preponderance of nonsense 

I'm beginning to think absconding to ponds could hold promise

Hindered daily Thoroughly,

 Walled-in I pondering

 somber things;

If benders are a fonder type of wandering.

 Let's not continue squandering time; I hear the pond a hollering my name in rhyme

reminding me I shouldn't miss the forest for a dollar tree

Heres a free epiphany: 

Pond scum is more useful than a self driving car; and it's musk is more tolerable by far.

 When oligarchs can collar us, no cap I'll go with cholera, 

c'mon lets all commune but be aware the oli'z follow ya 

Sometimes Abundance of scum is quite wonderous; 

Notice the lotus you pluck under thumb has plundered muck from the sun, isn't that thunderous? Applaud

But even as the sun hits no petal meddles with thumbprint that wants it

bloom brings boon and doom too
whoda thunk it? 

Beauty is deaththreat; 

wanting is hunting, 

no one confronts the skunk; 

or seeks to sink what is alteady sunken

I'll aim for the spunk of rusted junk instead; 

hedge away from cutting edge; 

only the wiliest coyotes clear the ledge! 

Tis silly, willy nilly thrills are duely next; 

flex and put on frilly vests; 

less stress more zest

God bless

I confess 

I have something to get on my chest 

Put my two breasts to the BBQ test

(Barbeque sauce
barbi barbeque sauce
barbi barbeque on my titties

Dummy thick in the head 

is the trick he once said

Can you vial a smile? 

Why not chuckle instead? 

Always surely convinced 

No conviction is sure

Said the wise-crackin' safe;

Welcome home; there's the door

(walled in, pondering)

Walled in no more; 

soreness thoroughly cowed 

No more furrowing found on my brow

, this aloud I exclaim: 

no more pain!

 Rearranged like the rain, 

Like a slide of the land

, like a mean cold slap

 from a kind old man

there are two ruthless truths from this flute-piping crook;
don't go toothless to feasts;
only babble to brooks. 

If you find you must speak use the weakest of words; never rush to be early or you'll end up with worms

This I've learned; nature spanks every statement, and birds will only do your laundry if you're always naked; and even then they'll fake it; but in my imagination I take fake and bake a cake, and eat it in the basement

(I bet) miss Antoinette sidesteps her mess by shedding vestments free of stress, 

and yes I want see her undress, 

no less to peep her bare her chest but to divest the rest; 

my Jest meets the test of what is best, 

not impressed? 

~

Every Christmas I trist to my isthmus to 

To diss this hibiscus; a misfit of piss-dribbled Leaflets; 

no tree sits like this sis, this twiglet called set-check!
It's steeping leaves taste like a train wrecks a teaset! 

Between you and me all the beatniks agree;
this is tea unfit even for spilling on villains

Stoic balcony attendant 

Catches sun before you know it 

Folds to show the day is spent

Opens with a semi Collen;

~

Hibiscus hence beholden 

My Christmas trist is ended

I depart my isthmus Schwitz 

Feeling crisp & second-winded

For the new year has descended reminiscent of hibiscus;
taking piss & Watching timid; absent-minded never-ending
(never-ending)

When the absence of pavement is presently noted

The concept of graveyard is swiftly eroded;
with death out of focus, focus is raised from the dead
freely roam new estates in your head

Who knew brains could get bloated?

My big belly bro did, 

dat Buddha is goated! 

Takes his clothes off to fight

Only fights makin' peace, 

Thusly spake the naked fools

Only toothless shall feast