Ladee

Ladee La La A tip of the tongue Teeth tongue and lips I often wondered What I'd say The day I stepped foot Dare I say In front of you And y'all I'd say whatever pops up At that time of day I suppose Would I speak about my parents And their habits About one recovering The other still an addict That would've shattered most But I'm a dinner plate Not a paper platter Would it even matter What I said As long as I Fluxed my voice Bugged my eyes All while cocking my head I once met a dude named Fred But Who hasn't My mind A series of chapters Flashing like lightening Thundering bellowing The birds chatter Scurry the worms And gone are the flies As I stand dripping The moment intensifies I can't help but get lost In a world where reality subsides Would I speak about my buddy Wiseguy That's a real nickname Not just a filler rhyme That's a twenty on the four No buy With a side a fries That harmonize Like the good ole days First dealing dice I once dropped my phone In a toilet Someone said to use some rice And if you didn't hear it No sense in repeating it twice You weren't listening from the get And that's me being nice Anyway I can get carried away Like a golf swing splice Or King Kong on a bike I once went left And I think I should've gone right Did Benjamin Franklin Really fly that kite Sorry I talk to myself