Expectations

Sun, 12/22/2013 - 20:02 -- Ryan355

It doesn’t matter to me

Where you want me to be

I want to be free and fly

And I don’t even have to be high

As I fly from here through the sky

On my way to the ocean

Where the steady motion

Gives me comfort

As I sit and flirt

With the reflection in the mirror

I cannot begin to try to cry

As I eat my turkey on rye

Even though I don’t eat meat

You can’t beat your drum

With a thumb

You stuck up your bum

Cause you needed to jizz

Before your brother takes a whizz

And rains on your parade

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