This is a song about "Bloo"

I like alliterative verses, i like cussing and inovative curses

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I write for inspiration, to spark communication with others,

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit