My neck is noodle

Like fettuccine half cooked

Oh, my noodle neck



It doesn’t taste good

My head doesn’t get support

A sad life I live

My heart yearns for another talk with Suzy.

There's this burning desire I have to get to know you-zy.

Our time together was short and it makes me so blue-zy

and I wish we could have a conversation or two-zy.

Why did you block me? Please give me a clue-zy.

Was it because I made fun of you for something untrue-zy?

Whatever it is, I wish that I knew-zy.

Now I sit here, alone, drinking my brew-zy.

I say

Billy, why do I have crackhead nails?

They're yellow and chipped, but I don't smoke crack?

Billy says,

Why, probably because your mom was a crackhead.



That's the last I ever saw of Billy...

There are a lot of people who are better at writing than me.

like... four

Help me

You see, I have a lock on my foot

but I forgot the combination

Such a strange world

I don't know what to do

My shoes don't fit and I can't walk anymore.

Please help me.