For Psychologists To Examine My Sense of Wit/Humor: A Humorous Rap Song

 

When I went outside walking, I got a hint that maybe a doctor would like to see how my sense of humor is currently oriented...one other thing Dr. Steg said in the hospital in 2001 was that he had an insight, that the thought disorder patient's sense of humor changes based on what mental state they're in or whatever.


So, here goes!



Untitled Rap 1

Lyrics by Philip J. White

Rap completed, 7:43 p.m., Wed April 1, 2026



When I do pretend it

I play my game and win it

And bop the Red Sox with no extra inning


And if you want Zelda, dear

I say:  Zelda's queer

And if that's a problem to you, you'd best steer clear


'Cause we're in Mario's world

For lack of a better word

This Trooper cannot move ya to a Setter, bored


And if you want clarity

On what I mean by that, you see

You'll be divin', improvisin'

With fake rappers, see?


English setters aren't the best

But they came to say

Cavalier spaniels have to greet you

In a certain way


And now returning to the main event, which I've won

You clearly can't get near me without: "a conman, on!"

If all the world's a stage and all the desperate women players

Then desperate's gotta respite with some also lame invaders.









It doesn't sound that great to me re-reading it, but it sort of sounded cool as I was thinking of it line by line.

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