Vexing Bright Star

Bright Star,
were I as steadfast in beauty as thou art,
Galileo's folly,
curse these lids apart,
nay curse Aphrodite's volley,
the infliction from the start,
tracing brash wisdom,
Oedipus did impart,
lest this Siren with talons,
rend both flesh and heart.

It's An Art Form

I write my lyrics with a 4B pencil,
and it's all free hand,
no need for a stencil,
I like to keep my designs simple,
so I leave out the bright lights and tinsel,
my style rests on a rock,
so the only way I can flow is with a chisel,
for those that think they're hot,
they can stick to their shizzle and nizzles,
fo' rizzle,
it's lukewarm,
I'm gonna spit that fire while they fizzle,
get the crowd to move their feet like the dance floor sizzles,
I'm a steak dinner,
you punks are just the gristle,
I roll with a 116 cavalry,
haters can come with their pistols and missiles,
you've just been served a pink slip,
consider this a formal dismissal.