No Rest for Godliness!
Life changes so drastic
We must be elastic
And stretch for the times
Rolling with the rhymes
And snap back if you have to
Not losing shape, just flexible
It fits anything, you know
All shapes and sizes flow
Must not lose momentum
Constant movement with ‘em
Circulation in the system
Keeps it moving like a piston
Is cleanliness next to Godliness?
Or is there no rest for the wicked?
Busy, busy, as a bee
It stings like one and then, we flee
Eager, eager as a beaver
If you’re not, then you can leave her
Life is like a box of chocolates
Someone may slip you ex-lax
Yeah, you never know what you get
And on the throne, you may just shit!
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