More Doors
I must sit down and turn around
be mindful as I sit,
the reason you can't see my face
is it's covered with your spit!
This gravy-train is quite insane
I chew my food real good;
I have a way of saying things
but I'm so, misunderstood!
It's alright, I'll be polite
and say what's on my mind;
if negatives breed negatives
I'll be the other kind.
With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
and air my cares outside;
if the time's not right and at this height,
it'll be impossible to hide!
Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum
no worries in the rain;
all my good and bad times
end up going down the drain.
Seems to me my final plea
won't say as much as yours;
my journey's almost over
while you've still a lot more doors !
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