The SWELL

-Maddox 

One can tell by the swell

Thoughts vast like the ocean,

 Lives lost at sea on the quest for the potion

truth sung like an old familiar Recollection, 

word selection paramount to

Syllable collection,

Try to Count the tempo
slow it down like your heart,

Monks trained for years To perfect the art,

Patience and preparation 

ingredients for luck

If found round  chinatown like Peking duck.

Crack your fortune cookie

bet a fortune on the rookie,

My Style put hair on your chest like a wookie.

Your girl likes my hand up on her breast and her cookie

 whispered sweet nasty
now and she wants the nookie

You can bet your bookie

If I take her to the bedroom,

Action satisfaction now she call me max headroom.