Yo, yo, yo, Revilo Records, yeah, yeah, yeah, Sketchy people, 202o, yeah, this is our passion project! It goes like this!
Our story starts at Archie yo, break time, everyone came together like a starchy dough, full of ruckus like a party so
We ducked into the side bit, there we see a picture so funny neither of us can hide it!
Laughing like Kiaron gave me a mean look, cursed and made me eat feet all because it said "Jean Rook First Lady of Fleet Street"
We made jokes so funny, even though they were random like egg yokes and honey,
We did this for years but now I cry tears because it's one of my fears that her spirit will come and beat us like an alcoholic guy without beers!
We want you as an idol not a rival, a pivotal role model, key to our survival!
We repent like sinners man, for a joke so over baked it burnt like skinners ham!
So dear Jean, please forgive us, because we're too young to be found at the bottom of the rivers!
Jean our Queen, our highness, you control our screen with your all mighty stylus,
We are in awe our jaw hit the floor, you went through the door to the core
Of our hearts, the three of us could never be apart,
Sketchy people's third member, the herd mender, the ultimate word bender,
The master mind behind the scheme, the motivation for us to pursue our dream, more than just a meme, the heart and soul of the team, we make them smile, you make us gleam,
we get lost without a paddle, you guide us up stream,
You make half a cup seem a lot fuller, you're the only thing in life that stops it getting duller, you make even the shyest guys show their true colours, but now you're sick of us because we're the ultimate leg pullers
You really are the pride of this city, our presentation about you would have more slides than Chris Witty, you took us on more of a ride than this piss we,
Got served at ASDA, you truly are the master, wise like Maz Kanata, journalist like the Devil wears Prada, so good that on your level there's nada.
Rook the name that stuck in our mind for ages, if we wrote a book about you it would be a book of a hundred zillion pages, you set us free like you opened up our cages, you even let us be when we were in our controversial stages, the amount of love for you could never fit on gages, even after all these years the passion still rages,
We need you, you're like oxygen to a lung, some of our jokes about you may have really stung, but despite that by our side you've always hung so we're writing this love song, the best one ever sung, and we want to make sure you're mighty fist are never swung, so...
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Unreleased 2020 (Jesus in Trouble Era)
Poetry2020 marked my return to writing rhymes after a 2 year hiatus It was a year full of ambition and a lot of preparation for projects that up until now I had no intention of bringing into the light of day. Here's an assortment of projects I worked on...
