23. Freestyle Poem

This is a freestyle poem, meaning that I type and can’t pause to think or delete words, only fix typos at the end:

I’m eating pirate’s booty, the snacks with white cheddar

I also had some Cheezits, but the pirate booty’s better

I don’t know what I want to eat, I might just want a letter

But you cant eat a letter it’s not edible, but with some sweet baby ray’s bbq, it might just taste incredible

Maybe I should eat Chinese food, some chow mein or kung pao chicken

Maybe I should eat Mexican, some burritos and some tacos

But still I’m not that hungry, and I’m have a mind-blocko

I used to be really good at freestyling, specifically rapping

I could spit some fire at school, all my homies would be clapping

But then I went to college, and start studying accounting

And I got really boring