West Wind Maker
You enjoyed this — fess. Don’t test my patience, try and best my cadence. It’s good, attest, lest word get up to Kanye West. You’d get dressed down, end up guest to a Kanye Mess, left stressed, making requests to leave, to jet, but it’s not over yet. Can you guess? In comesWind WakerLink, straight out of the clink, raising a stink Deeper in your seat you sink, shrink, pray for a drink, he has you at the brink, the edge. You think on instincts your bets are hedged facing your failures dredged you make a pledge, keep it succinct, mark it in ink: “I’ll always abide byWind WakerLink.”
