[Alright, here’s a rhyme…]
I'm writing a rhyme, taking some time
There's a blank page in my mind waiting
to take some divine dictation,
It's a sensation of inspiration in formation,
In summation I'm following instincts,
scrawling what Chris thinks
in quality whisp'rings
I drawl and I hiss things
I follow the White Rabbit wherever he takes me,
I dare to create, see? As I stare at a great sea
of possibility. A vast ocean!
I got abilities to get in fast motion
As I dive deep into creative waters
I'm a native otter, made to play and saunter
in the wet blue and green, I'm true at ease
in these moving streams, can't wait any longer!
I stretch and I flop and I dive and I roar
With a rhyme at my core like a fierce
rhyming tyranosaur!
I wanna rhyme some more!
No instincts go extinct!
My bliss linked to expressed ink!
The best drink in the nation
is the hydration that comes from creation!