I’ve been dreaming up a storm
But it wasn’t warm, gotta take its final form
I confess, I’m such a mess
But I guess I’m blessed when you peel off your dress
‘Cause nothing’ll get you higher
Than a kick square in the ribs
I’ve been curled up in a haze
Been around for days just blazing mazes
I reject when you direct
I’m a derelict, even though you’re correct
‘Cause everyone’s got a knapsack
Filled with mysteries to crack
I pulled mine out to look at it
Then I quickly put it back
You think that I’m crazy as if my days run wasted
I’m not so mistaken, I’m drawing mazes
This guy here is in the clear
He’d at least be near if he conquered his fear
She knows how the water goes
From the garden hose to her wilted rose
The trips they could be taking
From the comfort of their beds
You look at me like a crook
You could throw the book like the one that I took
Downstairs, down where no one cares
Or they’re unawares of unmanned repairs
But ordering replacements
Can take days or even weeks
There’s nothing more demeaning
Than the idiot who speaks
Nothing gets you higher
Than a kick square in the ribs
Even when the kick itself’s assembled out of fibs
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