Random Is Out Poem by Mark Sebert

come up come in go out inside the floor
squeal and wheel tires blow out the door
finally some relief to it all dead she be
crashed and twisted carnage the remedy
to one two be three and four times
five is for quitters so it rhymes
lyrical hypothesis is in the game
ridiculous as Bauer is the game
come up come in don't forget
to take of the shoes with mud on it
all over the carpet stain the deck
twisted turned mess of a wreck
swearing is not bad if in context
my friend but do not flex it
in front of the kids at home
who look up to Karl Malone
for their hero and idol and impostor
better than father who is the visitor
steal their hearts away from me
steal their shoes and you will see
'green lean fighting machine' Hulk
son of David mighty men of valor
brave and stout random is out.