Sometimes
I feel like nut
& when I do,
it's a pistachio.
I love to act tweaked,
paint myself green,
hulk it up a bit.
I have a jester's hat,
it's bright & colorful,
tipped with eight jingle bells.
It's perfect for the days
when I play
the village idiot.
By the way,
I'm not a brilliant guy,
I just like to stare
wide-eyed up into the sky.
And I ain't no bigot to others,
not even toward midgets,
'cause they're part of my family,
& we love to play stupid.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
Sometimes
I feel like nut
& when I do,
it's a pistachio.
I love to act tweaked,
paint myself green,
hulk it up a bit.
I have a jester's hat,
it's bright & colorful,
tipped with eight jingle bells.
It's perfect for the days
when I play
the village idiot.
By the way,
I'm not a brilliant guy,
I just like to stare
wide-eyed up into the sky.
And I ain't no bigot to others,
not even toward midgets,
'cause they're part of my family,
& we love to play stupid.
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