:::Bongo Drum Beats:::
Hey there all you hep cats and hep kittens. Come on down to the East Randomtown Java Bean, where the poets always stink and the cups are never clean.
Next on the mic is the one and only Search Engine Optimized Poet…the only rhyme-smith whose beats bring in the web searchers’ feets, ya dig?
Kim K! Whoa, Kim K!
Your search for her butt brought you this way.
A corpulent derriere that chases the blues away
And leaves you without anything left to say.
Hooray! It’s what I say when I see an increase in my 401K.
How do I open up one of those accounts anyway?
I must find out today. Or maybe tomorrow.
Is there a way to cure my depression? My source of everlasting sorrow?
Go! To your favorite place to eat.
Where is the closest restaurant that I can walk to with my feet?
Heat. How warm is the weather?
Yikes. To my computer I am attached with a tether.
Feather. What kind does an ostrich have on its back?
“That’s whack.” People used to say that in 1994.
Hey! Is someone knock, knock knocking on my back door?
I really should wash my dirty kitchen floor.
To my bucket, what is the very best soap that I can pour?
I adore…Adele but I can’t pick which song of hers I like more.
Shore. How long will it take to swim there?
Is it possible to survive an attack from an angry bear?
There! That’s the end of this artistic rant.
And now your demand for nude photos of Kim Kardashian is what I will grant.
If you desire to see the most gigantic butt in the world, then pop open a beer.