My role is chaperone
To unmolded Clay
For the unruly
Are off to play
Never before
Could I comprehend
Such utter neglect
Where do I begin
Perhaps in the middle
To make no sense
A cosmic joke
A blindfolded riddle
What was my point
The mute would ask
That ships done sailed
Ignorance has come to pass
My clay is dried out
And my ego sore
I turn off the laughter
And slam the door
All that's left to do now
Is genocide
Keeping up with the Joneses
And their Petty homicide
So roll out the carpet
And bake me a cake
I'll be driving in backwards
For pity's sake
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
My role is chaperone
To unmolded Clay
For the unruly
Are off to play
Never before
Could I comprehend
Such utter neglect
Where do I begin
Perhaps in the middle
To make no sense
A cosmic joke
A blindfolded riddle
What was my point
The mute would ask
That ships done sailed
Ignorance has come to pass
My clay is dried out
And my ego sore
I turn off the laughter
And slam the door
All that's left to do now
Is genocide
Keeping up with the Joneses
And their Petty homicide
So roll out the carpet
And bake me a cake
I'll be driving in backwards
For pity's sake
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