limes to lemons like Clarence Clemons sax mastery

ask me to a task so I can bask in "having somethin'"

for the umpteenth time I refine concepts delivered

as per instructions like Brass Construction

somethin' close to nuthin' like Prince at the 5 and dime

sometimes I rhyme with my eye towards some obscurity

as others tote the purity found within I begin

blending metaphors for you and yours as the outpour

soars to levels unprecedented like a regimented effort

that starts in fits and spurts as brothas do work

hurt feelings get supressed for anybody's guess unless

this test is met with flying colors so run and tell the others...