Garbage.

Is this music? (Music?) Or will it be garbage? (Garbage.) I just wanted a place to say some silly stuff (Silly stuff) So, let’s get started. (Let’s go.) I’m going to try and make this as mellifluous as I can, I’ll chassay my way, do a little spin with elegance. The ephemeral nature of these silly songs Means I can’t rely on rhyme schemes found in the renaissance. Perhaps I could shed luminescence on the quintessence, the incandescent eloquence which remains effervescent. Is this music? (Music?) Or will it be garbage? (Garbage.) I just wanted a place to say some silly stuff (Silly stuff) So, let’s get started. (Let’s go.) The example is just this, here’s the main epiphany, you have to connect these words to the aborigine. Something that everyone knows, be it plant animal or foes. The ineffable woes that leave us morose. Often onomatopoeias are your friend, but the pristine propinquity from those to symphonies, you’re better off leaving them at home with your cats (if you have kitties). I hope this turns out sonorous, cruising through language hoping to honor it. I’d like to think this will be coherent, but maybe thats just my wistfulness. But I think we’ve reached our zenith, the idyllic denouement. I’m trying to remain demure, I’m even being nonchalant. If rapping isn’t for arranging silly words in silly orders, what else could people want? Is this music? (Music?) Or will it be garbage? (Garbage.) Is this music? (Music?) Or will it be garbage? (Garbage.) Au revoir! Sayonara! Bon Voyage!