Tunnel turns ways so wide
So wide that I can tell apart between Ted & Terry.
So wide that the Whites take turn to tell tall tales,
Tell them the Black's here to take charge
Leave it here, halt feel your age and call the dogs off,
Off the hook of worries like problem sold ,
while I make my words weight dense like the wankers dance.
Washing White wands when they watch me hold all cards, thus mind my words , my matter's hot like harsh, there's nothing soft about me stuck like stalk.
My time is taken telling stories that do matter, maintaining great keen of whoever reads my pieces, better read my pieces for it's peace like ponds , and to never piss with me!
R