Green light go
Yellow light slow
Who's running this overwhelming show
Are we just on someones string
do they coin the jukebox so we sing
I've got the scissors help me grab the rope
Because I'm no ones dope
I run free in my fields of wood
With my feet squeaking oh so good
Going for 1, 2 or 3
Everyones looking at, yep me
What's he thinking, what's he doing now
Be patient and I will show you how
To get into my head with the slighest clues
But if your not alert......yes you lose
I'm here for the show
And every day I grow
Grow into what you see tomorrow
With a box full of sorrow
I keep it locked for my sake
HEY this is me......my name is JAKE!
LURID JESTER
14 years ago
2 comments:
Sounds like hip hop.Is that how you read it?
HaHa didn't read it like that. but now that you say.......
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