'Black from the Past' A Mass Worderer's Sass...

...In a flash, emasse
a Mass-Give-I- will appear
nary a splash will smear
when the floetic noetic
spits the tru fluid poetic
it's a sure shot sign
that 'The Worderer' is here!

Cowered  undercover,
run for the cover they fear
a Mass-Ass-Occur of the ear
as the ink sinks, stink drops will sear
burnin' a hole thru the sole
they hold dear...

 aggravatin' 'cry stimuli'
the stimulations'
sensation's crystal clear...

The Mass Worderer
is takin' another abdication
of 'the verse' with this stain
no detainin' WATTS
contained in this brain
is Diss-Dain for frivolity
n' shame, EYES sea
smash to defame the lame
don't be brainlessly vain

"for he who giveth freely
without cost from the soul
must pay it's toll..."

N' so the Worderer must
thus...in Diss-Gust
Worderer him or her

gone in a blur...
like life never did occur
if ever they'd infer
they never knew there was
nor were a price expenditure...

a cost...

Yo, never front the Worderer's floss,
he's slayed to be The Boss
while others flounder agasp n' lost
tryin' feverishly to spew
that hot-top-it-spit

he so effusively just  tossed!