i’ll take the junior mints
frozen
at the theatre with my friends my
at the movie with my friends my
at the door with my
life in shambles hanging like glue dripping from my hands sticky mess i
run my hands through my hair in frustration and i
can’t open the locked door with my
knees don’t make good hands when hands are stuck to your hair my
predicament causes unrest when rest is interrupted by unrest
and nothing fits no keys none at all i
even left them in the hall at the theatre with my friends my
enemies could take advantage they
could move could make a move they
could strike at any second with me
defenseless i would just die alone and dead and i
couldn’t stop their attack their strike they
strike without warning they
strike it from the record
erase this man’s history
this is the evil of pencils
but pens can only fill the world
with what? with choice
with what? with lines with scribbles with truth
and we the pen-users will rule the world
we will rule the world only
but alone and not with my friends my
