Where Is My Head
chatterbox monkey wrench
can't fix a thing
rusty lunchbox champion
never had any zing
mini munchkin dropout
only good for a fling
rabbithole ratfink
listen to how you sing
i remember a time when sunshine
was a hit in the center of sound
i treasure the innermost rhythms
and broke down in my mind each mound
now it is all goose dropping fodder
being duplicated by the pound
what once was an oatmeal raisin cookie smile
is now a kid with broccoli on a fork frown
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