Epilepsy couldn’t shake
Like I shake and bake
A bakers dozen
End of discussion
Cousin,
Brother or other
Son of a mother-father.
I’m gunning don’t bother
I’m running a bit farther
Or further?

DON ’T QUESTION !
When I’m verbal questing
A chime begins testing
The rhyme
And ingesting
The spine-less
Infesting
The Minds
I’m confessing
It’s time

For change.