forcing rhymes like a bizz-notch, as the saying goes

[futurefossil]

thrivin' on aluminum sidin'
like greased lightin' but rough and fright'nin'
cut my fingernails into a bag, I shoved the chitin in
scientists' findin's rather enlightenin'
bitin' scholarly writin'
lesser-knowns fightin' for a sightin' other than commercials for teeth-whitenin'
propaganda like a grassy knoll
mikin' him as if he were a solid shooter
writin' 'im a ticket for bikin' in (hindsight is in two-oh two-oh)
like a vitamin percentage-wise
man
whatever
I am so
fucking
sick
of rhyming things
though I'm sure you'll see me do it at random (or at non-random) in the future

Healthy Choice dinners taste so sterile