It's yellow, true mellow.
Gonna sing all day long.
Take your time
You monkey s**t, you slime.
Turtleneck sweater s make me itch.
Got a chain on my wrist.
Got it from a gumball machine.
Makes me miss the good ole days where I was taunted about being fat.
Now I'm the weird kid that spasms.
It's blue, lovely goo.
Gonna dance till the sun comes up.
Take my time
My whole day, Never really liked the taste of lime.
Salt is tasty in small doses.
Got a pair of shoes I've been wearin' since eighth grade.
Holes in the sides.
I still like 'em anyway.
They're weird, unsueded and really comfy.
I listen to music too much.
It's red, rhymes with dead.
Gonna paint with my hands until I fall asleep.
It's about time
Here it comes, another rhyme.
I self-medicate and go against my own recommended dose.
Got this issue
Hard to let people in.
I'm so funny, oh so funny, and witty too.
But I don't let know what else.
I'm sad. And sad doesn't rhyme with a color.
 Captain_Cynic · Mon May 22, 2006 @ 02:39am · 2 Comments |
