I wonder where would I be
If not for the Sharpie
To keep myself organized
Permanently
As I store my life in boxes
With short stories on top
So I'll know where to go
When I need to restock
I even Sharpie my name
On the tags of my clothes
So both my clothes and I know
By whom they are owned
Oh the Hollywood tragedy
If my pirated DVD's
Where not all color coded
By a rainbow array of Sharpie's
Plus they're the perfect party favors
With the overindulgent guest
For weeks they can look in the mirror
And see all the fun that they missed
There is nothing I like better
Than pulling out my permanent pen
And marking down forever
Whatever mood I'm in
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
I wonder where would I be
If not for the Sharpie
To keep myself organized
Permanently
As I store my life in boxes
With short stories on top
So I'll know where to go
When I need to restock
I even Sharpie my name
On the tags of my clothes
So both my clothes and I know
By whom they are owned
Oh the Hollywood tragedy
If my pirated DVD's
Where not all color coded
By a rainbow array of Sharpie's
Plus they're the perfect party favors
With the overindulgent guest
For weeks they can look in the mirror
And see all the fun that they missed
There is nothing I like better
Than pulling out my permanent pen
And marking down forever
Whatever mood I'm in
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