With mixed metaphors
I’m never bored
Tongue lashin like Kunta
Come join this junta
This new movement is improvements
Mouths fresher than two mints
Pens on paper don’t leave prints
They imprint your mind with subtle hints
Conjure up the imagery
Close your eyes, it’s plain to see
The gatekeeper, we're meant to be
To a lyrical land of ubiquity
Hear our word play on our worst day
Have you rethink what you want to say
“I’m a wear the crown today”
Change your words - Et Tu Brute?
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