It's the Light Thing
Here I am; stuck to the ceiling
Counting down hours (gasp - minutes!) until I burn out
See many people go under me
Some fat; some thin
Some tall; some short
Just don't want to see too much while they use the toilet!
Why do peole have to constantly
Switch me on and off; over and over?
I should be able to control that - thanks a lot people!
What a crazy life this is!
Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2011
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