Funny
I can't find my original dream
But I still need to move chairs
Not so I can find my original dream
But so I can feel what it means to laugh
Because moving chairs around
Is always funny.
My original dream was to be funny.
The chairs are my puppets.
The origin is in the mind
The orange juice is in your behind.
My world is experience.
Your butt is full of smelly oranges.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2007
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