May 11, 2008

Slightly frightened by giants
leaning down to my level
near sighted bastards
apparently I couldn't see beyond
the rails of my crib
or understand english.
What the hell were you saying
high pitched coochi coos
Just give me a colorful toy
and some lousy food
or pick my chunky butt up
I'll spit on you for taking so long
sleep for half an hour
I don't want that sock on
even if it is cold.
That's why i threw it at you
I look ridiculous in layers
my sandal doubles as a telephone
No it's not cute,
damnit.

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