PEOPLE USUALLY SEE ME AS
THE EPITOME OF THE INEVITABLE END,
AND THE HARBINGER OF RAINBOW-COLORED JELLYBEANS
OF DOOM.
EITHER WAY WORKS FOR ME FOR I LOVE MY PRISMATIC DOSE
OF ILL FORTUNE MYSELF.
MY SICK MIND IS MY TOOL.
METAPHYSICAL CONSECRATIONS CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN
THE INSANITY THAT DWELLS WITHIN MY BRAIN.
I CAN NEVER SEE MYSELF IN A SUBMISSIVE POSITION TO ANYONE THAT'S WHY PEOPLE FEEL LIKE I'M A PIGHEAD.
I AM A STUDENT BUT I HATE SCHOOL.
TALKING HEADS EVERYWHERE.
I CAN'T HAVE A MOMENT OF SILENCE.
I GET DUMBSTRUCK EVERY NOW AND THEN BECAUSE OF THE NOISE.
MY HABIT IS STRONGER THAN
REASON.
I'M A PLUMP LITTLE DAME BUT A DEBONAIR ONE SO EASY TO LOOK AT WITH