Cant Think Of A Name, Its Just Rhymein Poem by Elude Most

this keyles key ring i keep has no use so exsquse me if i find a louse key lock to peer thew, to view a new back drop, a refreshin chance to same dust stained rock, two or more, mayb 4, cant count wen ur bhind a closed door, a gess is as good as it would be, could see closely to the point wen it was clear, the way it should be, now i run in fear, keep ur feet on the ground, hed out of the cloulds, to no wots around n not to look down, easyer sed then dun, like readin this while holdin ur toung,
all my life i was tort to bileve brethin with 1 loung was the way to sucsed, half dead is the profit u achieve, getin told to play the card thay placed under ur sleve, money the pupiter for the coulterd human, once u brake the strings, n stop being controled, the sponcers stop singin and ur live unfoldes, but at wot cost, wen u need to controled by money to survive, isnt it funny how humans greed can b the bite that chews thew the lead thats conected to animal instinct, insted gets tyd to mechanical for instance, creatin masheens to cleans to build to save electrical systems, i see unbearable visons wen i close my eyes,