Wanna make money?
You're gonna have to earn it.
Redundant had said.

"Write me a poem"
He said with a cheeky grin.
"I'll do as I'm told"

okay i'ma do some rhyming poetry now.

"Redundant, Redundant"
I said to a chime.
"I don't have any money.
Not even a dime."

"Don't worry lad,
I'll set ya straight"
As he filled my pockets
at a marvelous rate.

"Look at all this TC!"
I exclaimed with a grin.
"Don't buy hookers,
Adultery is sin."

"I won't mister, I promise!
I'll invest in the market!"
I'm gonna triple my earnings
Retirement is the target!

bump

any more bids?

"Any more bids?"
Ego said with a sway
Not one of them answered
Not one but Clay.

"I'll bid another poem!
One better than before!"
As he started to rhyme
Jaws dropped to the floor.

"Just another poem?
With the same rhyme scheme?"
"Oh yes, another poem,
For of the TC, I dream."

As I pull out my notebook,
All tattered and worn
The look on Ego's face
Was all but forlorn.

"Change the damn scheme!"
he barked through the room.
"There's no need to scream,
but you ask for your doom."

His power was clear
Any rhyme he could make!
The ending was near
Almost time to rake.

"Your rhymes are impeccable!"
Ego beamed at the lad
He was beholding a spectacle
How could he be mad?

"Take your TC, use it well."
As he passed the money
His face showed a tell
All bright and sunny

Clay namechange to Dr Seuss confirmed?

There once was a Toribash clan,
Whose memberlist global did span,
With a rich little cuck,
and big bit of luck,
ego sent all his tc to Dan.

Not nickels not dimes,
There is just one God,
And that aren't Clay's rhymes
Giving Kriegery the nod

His rhymes are the best
everyone knows that.
- this is not a test -
My rhymes are rad

But truth should be told
Clay's rhymes are great,
Mine are just mold
And nothing but bait

The only chance left,
For me to take the lead,
Is blatant theft,
or a goddamn feat.

My writing is okay,
The rhyme are bad,
Give the money to Clay
I won't be mad

In the end we all know
I'm a German Kraut,
This is just show



Kriegery out

You're fools to challenge me
The TC is mine!
Do not go looking
For what you won't find

Elegance and grace
Is what you must have
To take home the glory
More importantly, the cash

Ego, oh Ego
What must I do?
To prove my loyalty
I give only to you

I'll sing and I'll rhyme
I'll beg and I'll plead
I have but one request
There is something I need

I need your TC
I've earned it, I have!
I've worked so hard
I'll settle for half!

I tell you, I'm desperate
By now you must know
I'll do anything for money
I'll give you a show!

The funds you withhold
Are a magnificent treasure
And who else but I
Could provide such a pleasure

You want other pleasures?
I'll do that too!
Just ask your mother
What dat mouf do

roses are red,
violets are blue,
go fuck yourself
the end

roses are red,
sugar is sweet,
he boot to big for he gotdamn feet