i smell the show stoppers
i lost the midnight flop tarts
and borrowed a new direction
wanna eat some flour with me
i've outgrown baking
and my shoes are wet too
on top of that; awkward moments are ugly
like soap box derby cars with no father
don't judge my case
i'll only make you wet your bed
see the irony
i get it
i fruegin get it
tangerine
sweater fart
we should have ordered the cheese
and only the lucky get to live on New York City island
the drunk guy wandering the table is
footing the tab
i've lost track of gravity
but that's the only good thing
about
smart engineering
when are the awards
i'll ask for a signature
a card in the crack
a pig runs through the bank screaming
"It was mine first you flipping hogs!!"
Photo by Fred Watford. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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