Nip Tuck...OMG

Nip tuck, tuck nip / for those that may disagree you can duck sick / on the words that I spit, spat on the forum on any given sunday / because it's my day, my words, my poem of acknowledgement, of the man I am / I am so superficial and mystical, rude and unbelievable no level of shame is unachievable as to your morals I bring upheaval / and relieve my bowels on your face as I lift you up to disgrace, I mean I be a lean mean boundary crossing machine / as I evade the spleen and dive right into womb that's so wet so wet my words they so whet the appetite / that they bring anomosity and strife they so right they so write their emotions on their sleeves why I tattoo tears on the walls, tattooed tears on the walls / I forgot what I was writing for and who I was writing to...OMG...IDK...could someone please tell me what to say and do / because the last one I want to offend is you / so this I'll nip tuck, tuck nip, and if anyone doesn't like it please duck sick on the words that I spit spat symbolically in the face, in the face / the race I no longer participate in, but it I'll befriend and love you always and if you don't understand, then IDK on how to help you, OMG is the blackshinningprince is talking to you...IDK check back for his black nebula to see. FIN/