I live on the West Coast
and I try not to boast
But we've no real need
for highly coveted 'PPE'
Out here it's not news
that the problem's not flus
It's the darned ubiquitous poop
~ We need Poop Protection Scoops!
i live this life, with nothing to lose, i stay wide awake, while i just want to snooze, i know all the facts, but not all the trues, im stuck in this spot, the tapes and the glues. i have all the hints, but not all the clues, im sick of this life, but don't have the flus, whatever you say, i hope its good news, forever alone, i wont say the dos. im going downhill, whatever i choose, you wouldn't survive, a day in my shoes, i know i cant dance, but can sing the blues, and im all alone, while you take a cruise. people may think, im covered in ooze, but really im me, i don't care for booze, i fried all the rice, and boiled the stews, im just a one, while your all in twos.
you would never want, to take a walk in my shoes, because if you did, you would learn to sing blues, i do not care, about whats on the news, and im all alone, while people are in twos. no matter how hard i try, i know im going to lose, i would never want that, or to go on a cruise, im surprised at the yays, and im used to the boos, my life is so grey, like a permanent snooze. i do sip the soups, and i gulp down the stews, my world is corrupted, by sickness and flus, cause i fell off skateboard, but i dont have a bruise, my life is chalk white, and its covered in ooze. i have to decide, but i know i cant choose, i will have to avoid, the sticky tapes and the glues, so my life is just black, cause i make my own brews, life is a mystery, but im missing the clues.
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