Reality

Push it under the bus
That's what the red head said to me with ready trust

But we couldn't stop all the fuss
Running away from straight a's was now a must

Lets begin back at the start
Bloated fat pig named bart had a beaming heart

But we knew each other well
Tripping, ripping, dipping, but we never tell

It was like a show n tell
We sell our talent
We lose our balance
Our effort is valiant but we never sell

Mixing rhymes and times for good lives
But when people get deceitful we never strive

But we left off the story in history
This kid was my best friend but a mystery

I had to go out on a mission with him
But nobody outed his tall brown Tims

Tim boots, puff jackets, and black beeper
You could mess around but i promise you see the reaper

Ginger fellow was feisty sweet lord
But he tore to line between vicious and bored

Angry pelt and chopped belts his heart felt
Only thing winter cold was the soul up in himself

He kept the mean demeanor
For a reason he was treason was this demonic intervener

From nowhere and no one could
Red hot hair and feared with his hood

Anyway he was baking brownies
Double chocolate delights never found me

I never got to try his tasty treats
But i could guess the smell of them perfect baked heats

Learn how to bake my momma said
But i saw his brownies and almost lost my head

Rap this story up with a moral of sums
He may have a gun but them brownies make you go dumb