If I when my mailman is sleeping,
and my doll and teddy bear
and the sun is burning my retinas
because I can't stop
staring at it,—
If I outside a store
dance naked, grotesquely
before reflective storefront windows
the Monster Mash
while singing softly to myself:
"It's my birthday.
Today's my birthday,
Happy birthday to me!"
If I admire my nostrils, my *******,
my arm hair, my eleventh toe
in the light of Christmas morning,—
Who shall say I am not
the joyful ****** of planet earth?
SO much depends upon a red wheel barrow
So MUCH depends upon a red wheelbarrow
So much DEPENDS upon a red wheelbarrow
So much depends UPON a red wheelbarrow
So much depends upon A red wheelbarrow
So much depends upon a RED wheel barrow
So much depends upon a red WHEEL barrow
So much depends upon a red wheel BARROW
Today's WCW is an immaculate woman.
She's an epitome of beauty,
a paragon of perfection.
This is how I describe the woman I'm in love with at this very hour. She's the most beautiful woman I know. She's the one that sleeps on my mind, the one I crave every day. She's truly an epitome of beauty...
— The End —