Oops

[up_town_gurlie]

It's rainy outside.
Look, I can see the sky's perspiration.
That's right. I dint mean precipitation.
I could've but it wouldn't've been me talking.
Look, up at the stars.
What beautiful consolations.
You can mock me if you want but

I'll still call it DUCK tape.
And I'll speak in the language that is me.
Sometimes my mistakes
aren't always for correction.
My mistake.

It's derivative of my subconscious  psyche.
And a prelude word of caution
I appreciate the galiant effort
but I dun need saving.
My mind plays tricks on me
And yes, sometimes I am unaware.

However, the point of language
is to communicate.
What difference does it make
if the diction is abstract (or wrong).
I have communicated and
you still comprehended.
Mission accomplished.
You don't have to always be exact.

The dictionamathaurus is a conglomerate
based on imaginagins made up
at one point or another.
I am no envisionary.
I conceive only what words
my lips will fit around.
Don't get it twisted.
I am not so prideful
as to not apologize for
when I do sound innocent.
So call me immigrant but

I'll still call it DUCK tape.
And I'll speak in the language that is me.
Sometimes my mistakes
aren't always for correction.
My mistake.