Bouncing my beach ball I'll wait,
Till the gnats go home.

Green sleeves is playing where
Beloved baby resides,
I'll be abounding to him
And pounding them all there.

caravan electric sparks of what may,
Sobering reality gloop of me around
Or sobbing along with
Crazy nothing waves (2 no one)


I am bouncing my beach ball
Till the grass is cold

And no alien no predator in trees
Nor nose bleed nor bikepedal knees
Or anything that you could ever tell yourself or convince your friends of
Can make me stop:
Being me

Bouncing my ball
Till I am cold