Mr.J
Mr.J
He's in a corner
Back against the wall
Doing all he can
To not slip up and fall
The floor is slippery
Full of wax and slime
Been there for a while
For a long ass time
He is barely standing
Leaning on that wall for support
The wall pushes him up
But to no avail, not any sort
Of progress being made with Mr.J
It never was his fault anyway
The floor is slippery full of grime
Pushing itself on him all the time
Never letting up, always dragging him down
Looking down at his feet with nothing but a frown
The floor got him
And he had no way out
It kept eating it's way up his legs
Mr.J is now becoming part of the floor
He is stuck like concrete on the sidewalk
Or a hinge on a closed door
Now he's gonna try talk
But it keeps on going
It gets passed his waist
Up on his chest
Never gonna stop
Never gonna rest
Until it's taken all of Mr.J
Until he is gone, it's the floors payday
Goin and goin and goin more
Closer to the goal, do come the floor
Until it finally go to his neck
His final breath was being taken not quick
Until the wall stepped in
Lifted Mr.J up
Nevers gonna leave him
Never given up
Always there by his side
Always on the inside
Coming from the outside
Picking him up same time
He comes out of the floor
And the floor sinks again
Grabbing anything it can but it loses grip and can't
The floor then falls
And goes back to which it came
Dried up
The floor was no more
He stood up and looked at the wall
Still standing there and standing tall
Mr.J has never left that wall
Neither has the wall from Mr.J
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