Why do people say I can't play?
I have a secret underground
Where paint cans are hats and brushes are mittens
Struggle is getting to the paint before it drips
I love anything that drips
Especially if it's wet
Dry drips are endless and lack in transparency
Wish I had a dingy that held everything I own
I'd dingy cross the tub when no one is home
That would make me naked. I'm scared when I'm naked
But only of mirrors
Our tallest building in the entire world could house the worlds homeless
Wish we were nice, nice enough to try
I have been crying when I prefer giggles
Really trauma is not my business
Just those who punish me
Ever blow bubbles from a Pez dispenser?
Or fluff in your dingy?
Best I put this cig out now or no one will come aboard.
Everyone is welcome at no fee cost or act
My eyes see one heart, it just didn't last
Snap took a photo on you
Snap I can