Don’t you hate it when you can’t really sleep at all and its driving you nuts! I feel tired but for some reason I can’t really fall asleep luckily for me I have Happy to keep my bed warm and smelly with awesome dog fur. 
In any case I have a small bone to pick with New York city MTA and the art work that is plastered on the walls in the subway trains. Actually I have a problem with one particular drawing in which I have a tendency to stare every time I’m on either the 2 or 5 train. I stare at it most of the time because I really don’t feel like having people stab me in the face for looking at them being that my seat is looking in their direction 
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So this is the painting i see every day on the train when I stare up, its usually next to the ITTech ads and the ZONI learn English today ads. For some reason this dam drawing bothers the living hell out of me every time I step on the fully and most of the time tightly packed trains with angy, tired, annoyed crabby ass people on the train. As I stand there staring up trying not to get pushed aside, shoved, slapped by a back pack or purse and walloped in the head by the NY times, this blasted picture seems to follow me into everywhere train ride. I’m not sure as to why it pisses me off, it could be the nice spring pastel colors or the smiling faces that ride the fast hare with its little paws running quickly to make it on time to its destination. I think what really steams me is the fact that its the complete opposite from the picture. The last time I saw someone actually happy to ride the train are tourists. They have the pleasure of not having to ride the subway ever again. It’s smelly, its dirty, loud, the AC rarely works and its NEVER EVER EVER AND I MEAN EVER ON TIME!!!! So instead of having a fast paced hair whisking away in the picture it should really be a slow paced dirty smelly sloth. BLEHHHHH!!!! :P in the mean time check out my favorite show on earth!! its awesome and I love it to pieces. Its called ”Flight of the Conchords”.
* feel free to sing along *
I’m the mother flippin’ Rhymenocerous
My beats are fly and the birds are on my back
And I’m horny
I’m horny
If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede
Cos I hit you with my flow
The Wild Rhino Stampede.
I’m not just wild, I’m trained,
Domesticated
I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated
And subsequently procreated
That’s how it goes
Here’s the Hiphopopotamus
The hip hop hippo
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin’ off the top of this esophagus
Rockin’ this metropolis
I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
Steve.
My rhymes and records they don’t get played
Because my records and rhymes they don’t get made
And if you rap like me you don’t get paid
And if you roll like me you don’t get laid.
My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant
Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.
Other rappers dis me
Say my rhymes are sissy.
Why? Why? Why?
What?
Why exactly?
What? Why?
Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?
Why?
Why, because I rap about reality?
Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?
There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.
Hey! Ho!
I’m the motherflippin’
Let’s just say it involves a lions den, a jungle, and try not to be bitten by lions. I’ll elaborate more about that later teehee. Yes the lovely lass on the right is me… no you fools not the drawing GEEEEEEEEEEEZZZ ! but the one with hair and flesh along with the wonderfully applied make up which took about an hour to do simply for this picture. Not really. 
treschere