8 a.m. and it's the usual
Yawn, stretch, brush my teeth...
As a young child
I would sit and watch...
My child arises each morning
A million questions he has in his mind...
The alley was the best place to play,
You could find me there all day every day...
(This is not a conventional poem or anything like...
I'm staring at you...
Lots of noisy water fights
Late mornings and later nights...
I didn't write this either i just like it.
Heart is not a play thing...
A fart can be quiet,
A fart can be loud...
Shall I carry thee to the car to sit?
Thou art heavy and thou weigh mine wrists down...
Peddling my pedestal of potty poetry
I feel flamboyant, and carefree...
Ugly girls (beautiful girls remix)
(Chorus...
It starts with one person,
and then it begins to grow...