(2014)
Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one
There’s a secret to life Though no one can keep it It’s shaped many of men All those who have seen it It’s been written by scholars
My brain hurts from thinking all the thunks that I have thought or is it from the thoughts of thin… now it hurts more than it ought
Hey diddle diddle you’ve reached t… And it appears you’ve not run away So try your best To finish the rest Even if it takes all the next day
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
If I don’t tip my hat When you walk by Don’t take me as being rude I’m a real nice guy please I swea… Don’t take me as a prude
My brother and I Once made a bet A stake of five dollars We had set We both agreed
They say if you shoot for the moon… You’ll just end up in the stars... But if stars are just burning gas The chances are you won’t get far.…
I once met a man Who walked on his hands He’d sit on his head When too tired to stand He’d extend his leg
My shadow and I Once played hide and go seek I closed both eyes Not once did i peek I counted to the highest number
His colors would not Follow lines A mangled mess The teacher finds “This papers all scribbles
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do
In the streets lived a musician Who played with no beat he did not even know how to read from a sheet he’d strum his fiddle
Mean Jean The pie eating queen For miles wide She could be seen She’d eat the crusts
