ITT: Troubadours Avoid Using Any Fifth Glyphs

[a-boy-playing-with-rubiks]

You savor how I skip?

I own zirconium pants

Amply important (just so!) to slip you into a stupor

You savor how I talk?

You savor how I walk?

You savor how my grin falls apart into chalk?

I hold a glorious Mrs.

I hold a vigorous job

My Mrs. finds fault with my vanity (ha ha ha!)

You work on your behaviors right in front of that wall.

If that mirror wasn't dirty, I'd stand up so tall!

I saw you drool on a shamrock on that part of that hill.

I was looking at birds, going in for a kill!

I was you, I know you. Your front, it's a scam.

You know that I'm crying, I was just born this way!

I was living a fiction, a metaphorical plot.

Mr. Dick's hush-hush, gang of fam, conclusion (it's foul)

Oh no, no.

Oh. Yup.