banality

I speak plan reality I ban u from banal banality I concur this to be a lyrical Limerick I'm so bored im just writing random fishing in life's waters seems like I just pull out little guppies....dead people chilling in my living room while their bloods wasted away on my parlor floor I speak the truth so I should keep talking but fate closed my mouth and told me to say no more...dead bodies talk more than live ones them shits be telling stories..so I lay down and swim with them fishes I never got any worries