Saint Patricks Day - Joseph Lamb brainstorm

I was late

Doomed to pay the sucker rate, for the late bus on another easier to get downtown date. 

Oh my pay as go. Had a this motherfucker trait. 

I couldnt wait

Looking like a send in the clown with a bouncy rattle

I made my mount on to the PogOh saddle

Heading east 

This here electric beast

Was bound to have something for me to teach

Heading east, before the ray of the north. Of course.

I was before the bridge’s where pedestrians roamed land

Air flowing through my dome like Fram

All i needed was my own parts from sram

When bam

It hit me it was Saint Patricks day. 

Gassing it the walkers of the Jay

Had a Ireland Dublin party on their mind in which they did trade

It hit me, it was st. Patricks day

Me on some fat shit, who previously rented and  payed

Looking like a bije bandit, dimented, realized the walkers of the jay, had their green lavish shirts already made

And with the help of the road block, off the street i made my way

Needless to say

Into the alley is where my eyes then layed

Representing  the next part of my plan for the outbound express bus ray. 

I realized i shouldve started the journey as an earlier birder

And there with a celebretory atmosphere, where the green herders. 

Over the phone was where i put my head

For test if the late bus had me dead! 

5 hours later

(Guy puts on Scott Joplin for lunch break but realizes Joseph Lamb was Irish American)

Joseph Lambs hands rhymed, like god damn, for making us dance, was part of the mans plans, his ragtime tunes, and bass line booms, hit like bam

His booms of his basslines are the way

He sounds so fine this Saint Patricks day

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3-17-24

12:18am