Unleashed

What is there I can say to you,
In this two-point-five minute sound byte?
It's not a lot,
It's not a little,
It's not a lot.

Half of what I want to say has gone,
In this two-point-five minute sound byte.
It doesn't rhyme,
Makes no sense,
Just made a rhyme.

There's no chorus,
Sing "no chorus"
There's no chorus...
No chorus

Now is the time...
Come to your senses, make amends...
Was I talking to you?
Were you talking too?
Solo!

Four-fifths through while coming to you,
I've become unleashed,
Is that a word?
This is not a song,
Thanks for listening.