Ass goblin

So....the name....a lot of the times, whatever first pops into my head is what the name is going to be for the piece I'm writing. A lot of the time they make sense. Sometimes....well....they don't. At all. Unless you know me.

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My hands decorate your space

My words decorate your time

I've got a hole in each ace

With a reason in each rhyme

I'm a man out of place

Always crossing the line

I've been spinning my wheels

Or maybe it was two steps back

So if you ain't gon fuck me

Get back on the track

Faked trepidation

With running intention

You're just honorable mention

And not my destination

Pieces of your mind

Scrambled like an egg

On which I'd like to dine

And you'll find

I'm not as malicious

As you are delicious