Op mijn eigen blog probeerde ik eens nieuwe vorm van posten
Everyone has got new things,
today I will try my own,
posting in a poetic way,
no no none has gone wrong.
It´s not all flawless,
it takes quite some skill,
in order to be meaningful,
you got to bend language at will.
Shit finally I'm on a role,
and nature is bugging me,
oh god I hate this,
hold on I will get back to ye.
Ok I'm back,
ready to rock,
but it´s a wednesday,
.. fuck!
So what to do,
oh maybe I know,
I will go visit some nice lady,
that I met at death row.
Okay that's not true,
but when you want to rhyme,
sometimes ya gotta sacrifice truth,
to produce something fine.
So that lady at death row,
damn I did it again,
I´m sorry I lie like this,
I usually don´t untill after ten.
That´s when the alcohol kicks in,
and you start to feel numb,
all kinds of words come out,
and you start to feel dumb.
Though I´m not sure about that,
´cause friends tell me I am too,
even when i´m sober,
nah that can´t be true!
(dat van die vrienden is plagerig natuurlijk).