The king is standing while she is demanding
Every part of his manhood
And if he could escape
He would be the king waiting to be
If most of the time she has him in a vice grip
She's knows he's always hers to be flagshipped
He doesn't know he's worth a lot more than she claims

One of of the things we don't understand is that everyone
Is everyman and woman too
There's something about you
You've got to blame it on the patriarchy
They've got a lot of mess you got to clean
If I had something to say
Would they even listen?

'Cos this chess game is making me allowed
To kiss you on the mouth
I'll make you bow your head down
It's about worship

The gods are looking at us now
They've got to be pleased
The gods are looking at us now
They've got to be pleased

If anyone out there knows a thing or two about losing
I'm here to listen
Please listen

The chair I'm seated on has a nice texture
It carries so many butts from the past
It also has many farts from the past

Its a song written by Jamiraquai
When he treadmills
I get really giggly
And then I explain to my friend seated beside me on the couch
He's walking through life in his walking shoes
Nobody should look at his hats anymore really
Just look at where he's walking

I'm not sure what ghosts do
He visits me sometimes and I can't help but answer his questions

The best was given to everyone
It was a glorious celebration of whole foods
He loved to send others to the supermarket
Because that way he wouldn't have to get it himself

Home has a lot of windows
Everyone looking in
But nobody helps the damsel in distress
Because she will probably learn anyway

This counts as ******
You grieve my changed heart
Even when you said it's over
I am dying to know my part

This wasn't one night only
This was a season
Even when you said I was the star
Further and further we get
The world and the expanding galaxy

When we were on that stage
We had it all
We saluted the lights
We couldn't see a face
They laughed at a line
We made them wait

Then now you and I stand
On the same silence before the song
It's becoming dead in the theatre
It's becoming empty again
It's not time to get better
It's time to call it a day

This counts as ******
You grieved my changed heart
If it could get better
I'd practice everyday
I'd start everyday (everyday)

We are born into love
Can you stay in love?
I can say I'm loved
If you could be my love

Everybody wants a chance
Everybody in the crowds
Endings only mean one thing
It's a comedy
Or pain

There are dustbunnies that speak to you when you are alone
Just remember the dust is not a noticeable thing
It's a memory

Looking at my shoes and the pavement as I make my way around the school
I play with centipedes, mud, trees, clouds, cats
I make friends with the security guard
I **** honey from the santana flowers
I dance while I mop the house
I have a sharp eye for fallen beads
I lick cookie dough from wooden spoons
I genuflect at the blessed sacrament
Pillowforts transform this holy place into a playground
I like to draw on post-its
I say ****

There you found the letter you've been searching for
It was under your bed this whole time
It was written a long time ago
Now you can read it
So you have more space for letters

Welcome to Japan
It's filled with weird people
A broken family
A forest of shoes
A city of robots
A city of animators
A city of children

Bye bye bff
It's going to be over soon
It's going to begin again
Just leave her alone

Feature number 1:
It can be encased in any design
Feature number 2:
It can be customized
Feature number 3:
It can be password protected
Feature number 4:
You can Google
Feature number 5:
You can watch YouTube
Feature number 6:
Just visit every website

The best thing my friends taught me was that they should probably leave me to paint their portraits since I don't know them well
Faces are filled with information about what we don't really know

Hi,

I wrote to you from the future. My face when I wrote it was like "I know everything."
When I read it now, my face was like, "I still know everything"

Thanks Teacher,
Least Favorite Student

You were in short pants
I was in short pants
It seemed inevitable that we would be friends
Learn about the world and women
But we were only boys
We had only our imagination
And the internet
But when you decided you wanted a life of virtue
We all threatened to leave you and build another world without you
Then you did leave
No more good men in short pants left
Only this motley crew of people who don't see us, hear us, or perceive us
Because we are the invisible men
The once who are always trying to get into the room
When finally we push button and it doesn't work for us

Say you were in a field filled with bones
Say you were in a graveyard filled with flowers
Would you then be free to pick up any flower if you gave up your life
Or would you be free to pick up the bones if you gave up your death

When my parents separated I didn't talk to anyone for a year
I was 7 years old
When I raised my hand to speak
Everybody listened
When my sister told us she was dead
We were supposed to attend a piano recital
Instead we attended her funeral
I decided
This was not the family I want to belong to
I wore a **** black dress at the wake to set myself apart
Rebellion

Everyday the doctor visits me
She checks if I've eaten an apple for today
I check if she really has a diploma
Is she licensed to save lives?
Is she supposed to marry a doctor?
Maybe he's overqualified

There's always one in every team
The last picked player
She has all the skills
She has all the brains
Strategists who know or don't how the game is played

Sometimes
I talk like an unattractive woman
I flower my words
Make them pretty
And forget
That a man made me feel beautiful

Sign language is a funny thing
I can read it because I can't speak
You can speak it because you can read
I think
You read my face when I needed to see hand signals

She was my guardian angel who told me to sit in hell
But I told her no
I would like to sit with the folks who eat cookies
I was still preserving my cookies for her, my Guardian Angel

Home is where your feet take you
You have to become your direction
You take the road and the rowing boat follows
You have to make it so that you are alive at the end

I have a fondness for memory
You have a fondness for comics
There is new things in the world too
Like lightbulbs being made everyday

The party is tomorrow
If you want to join you should say no
If you want to join you should say yes
If you want to get in an accident you can say yes

The tough thing about being told to move from where you usually sit
Is that the seating is scary
It's filled with torture devices that are weird
Torture device #1:
The What if:
"What if you have ***** the size and number of grapes? Or the size of watermelons"

Torture device #2
The memo:
"Is this C minus because you cheated or because you were late?"
"Late"

Torture device #3
The Comedian
"This watermelon is the watermelon of war. Unfortunately it still has a price tag."

Pedro is a director of cinematography
He has many actresses who ask him if they're doing it right
Sometimes he tells the audience to focus on the background
And imagine a movie that was spoken in another language

There are ways in the road which signs you don't have to read
You can just drive and drive drive safely.
Parking spaces are meant to be provided
By this who pray the Parking Prayer

"Jesus Jesus, Please give me a parking space"

The end of the aisle had a song
Are you listening to it?
It has all the notes of a painted wall
It has a white wash color to it
It might be a bit on the average side
But the frame keeps it light
Even if she wants to get out she won't
But that's just the half of it