God’s not buying it Until you own it– Are we clear?
I know how it must sound– A two-year long two—week lockdown— But let me expound And dish the lowdown: What we fear’s a hoedown
Actually marr– iage is like riding a tan– dem unicycle
I’ve done the math: In regards to #1 #1a is sadly mistaken
My social medi– a persona is the mime who just won’t shut up
The two-week lockdown To bend the curve Turned into a year-and-a-half That bent our minds When
They let Potter get away with any… but somehow I get expelled for flo… that a wizard can’t have the same… even though zero (magic) is only half as large as double ze…
We are gathered around our phones Like little campfires And all we ever hear Are scary stories
Never answer a yes or no question. Answer the question that you wish had been asked of you: “Ms. Magill, I’m gonna give you one more opportunity for the world to see your answer. Does...
If I say yes That’s just a guess If I say no Then I don’t know If I say maybe
Like Ikea fur– niture, I am difficult to put together
It always comes back to Love and work– The whole point of Love of country Is found in doing the work
You’ve always dressed to impress But it’s only since social media That you can use your appearance To exact compulsory service
If you want a world that isn’t just a bunch of window dressing don’t have a world in which we’re all constantly being window…
If you’re going to take sick leave… take FMLA
