Don’t Send Me Clips of People Rapping on Ellen

So many fade into irrelevance with
The elegance of 11 elephants sharing one melon
I’ve been embellishing intelligence since
Elementary, essentially I’m just good at spelling
Dwelling on the past is not compelling
Don’t send me clips of people rapping on Ellen
Rarely ever overzealous, mostly undersell
Underdeveloped teleological sense of self
In one fell swoop my plans all fell through
That’s what I rooted for them to do to tell the truth
I know one day my wisecracks will backfired
There’s a razor thin line between satire and quagmire
Had the entire afternoon to myself
So I wrote half a verse and organized a shelf
Then I wrote the other half, but you could tell I did the shelf between…
My stylistic decisions are nihilistic
My birthday’s the same as Kenan Thompson and Sid Vicious
Former snicklefritz, flibbertigibbet
Might spit a couple ditties on paradiddles with fiddlesticks
I whittled sticks and I twiddled thumbs
I kept scribbling this middling drivel because I found it fun
Ho hum rappers fee-fi-fo-fum
Withdrew the money phone for the show—insufficient funds