The plastic is falling down the stares
I can hear the metallic creak and grind
Of carpet yawning and stretching
I’m not even aware of what I’ve done –
I must be a genius at this . . .
Why draw like that?
With conditions like this . . .
Crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I’m easily distracted into monotony
When it comes to the subject of Bionic Bunnies
I cannot stop this
I could do it all day
Just writing the letter “d” over and over
Now I can’t get anything done
When I read that book,
I saw figures just outside my vision
Taking naps in the shadows
Made by chairs in the night
They listen to your every word
If you were only willing to open up
For get your prejudices – it’s not worth it.
When ice freezes like a letter “z”
Replacing the letter “s”
Why do they do that?
When my head runs
Into a blue bowl sitting atop
The bottle of glue
With strong bonds, I know this can be good
It will continue until the last piece of paper
Falls from the sky
It won’t always be like this –
One day, things will be different.