heres my rhyme.

artificial waterfalls pound against the glass, look at that woman who is shaking her ass.
moth like energetic triangler beings touch the unreal, as with my glock some caps i peel.
a daring precipitus assumption waves through a rippling tumbledown shell, the police cruise by, i hear bullets fly, shit just got real as hell.
 wisp like tendrals form and fall under the boots of insubstantual armies,  uneartheral monstrositys billow indiffrent and turn and are gone. life is awash with rays of dispair. so throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care.