The planets re-aligned today
and I thought it was, just me
being special, in my way
a quiet wishful, plea
The sun came up this morn
and I, narcissistically
believed I was re-born
after all, everything, is me
The girls, and boys, fawning
it's just this effect I do
new day, and new way dawning
myself, always, coming through
I'm your gift this season
I'm cause, for all your joy
I'm just saying, I'm the reason
Cuz I'm, the real, McCoy
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
The planets re-aligned today
and I thought it was, just me
being special, in my way
a quiet wishful, plea
The sun came up this morn
and I, narcissistically
believed I was re-born
after all, everything, is me
The girls, and boys, fawning
it's just this effect I do
new day, and new way dawning
myself, always, coming through
I'm your gift this season
I'm cause, for all your joy
I'm just saying, I'm the reason
Cuz I'm, the real, McCoy
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