Tizzy Tizzy Tizzy Poem by Barlot ...

A stranger peeps over my shoulder
Trying to read something he'll not digest
The rest of society takes him under wing
So reading a thing like this is just optional
But as his female realizes what he's doing
Her anger is brewing until it's apparent what's occurring.
Slap on the wrist, kind sir-
Words are poison.
They only want noise and...
A fresh brew, a vibration,
Macrobiotics, sensation, and more.
It's impossible to ignore what's the hap
Now, now, now
I am the law of matter
I am the magnetic pull
I am.