CHIRAL: SIDE Y

>Shifting To A Longer Rhyme
> It's COMPULSIVE ORDERING Time
>Luckily Limericks
>Fit My Poem Gimmick
>Not Fucking Up Would Be Sublime

>Chiral Our Asses To Yellow
>And ORDER That Lovely Queue Fellow
>To Fall Straight To Sleep
>Immediate And Deep
>So I Can Stop Shaking Like Jello

Slightly Crossed My Moral Border
To Give Crast A Compulsive Order
Told The Dear Chap
To Have a Nap
To Deal With His Possession Disorder

I Swear If Someone Blocks It
I'll Lose ALL OF MY SHIT
Infinite Outrage
To Fill Every Page
With Poorly Rhymed Poeming FITS

Though Knowing Our Luck
Sleeping Will Make It All Worse
I Swear To The Gods

I Will Grow An Arm
For The Purpose Of Violence
If They Keep This Up

Obnoxious MOCHA
Or Whatever This Thing Is
That Keeps Butting In