To save the otherwise unredeemable content of this subforum, here's my brainfart/poem. Read and weep, sad sacks.

DEEP-THRUST TELESCOPIC PROBE By Erwin Schrodinger

I'M BACK DOIN' MY SOLDIER FLEX
BOW DOWN WITH MY CATARACTS
AS A REC-CHECK IN FULL EFFECT
ALONG WITH A BANSHEE ROUND HIS NECK
POETRY MUTILITY

I SAY
SMOKE THE MUZZLE THROUGH THE PAIN
PUT CHICKEN STOPPERS DOWN THE DRAIN
MY RAW BLING
WILL GO INSANE

I SAY
GONNA CHECK MY MIC ON THE DMC
TAKE BOBBA TO THE TOP
NOW LET ME KNOW
WHEN YOU'RE GOOD TO GO

I SAY
LIKE A SHOTGUN IN A SACK OF PEE
LOOT LIKE A BUTTERFLY
STINK LIKE A BEE
SMOKE DOOBIE CAUSE I GOT THE FLOW
NOW LET ME KNOW
WHEN YOU'RE GOOD TO GO

DUKE VITAMIN M
ERWIN EATS SCHNITZEL TONIGHT

THE
END.