Oh my
I seemed to have left my most important idea
At home
It's probably somewhere in my room
Hidden under a hoodie
Or nestled between a stack of useless notecards
Oh my
Should I go get it?
But that'd botch my master plan ..
I planned on running away
With my intellectual property
To China
Where I could mass produce for cheap.
And display my love child
To the public
But I can hear my idea crying ..
Emerged deeply in sorrow
Frost bitten from my cold intentions
To exploit the newfound glory