What if I would scream and sigh, at ever walking passer-by? What if I would wear no shoes, and shuffle as I sang the blues? What if I would wear no clothes, and see how swift the traffic flows? What if I lit up a smoke, in smoke-free dining for a joke? What if I skipped saying please, and kicked my waitress in the knees? What if I would kiss that guy, the one who always passes by? What if I would use no spoon, and slurped my soup like a bafoon? What if I'd not hold the door, a kind stranger I'd be no more. For if well-mannered I remain, I guarantee I'll go insain. So excuse me, as I scream and sigh, For I think I see a passer by.
Reason for writing:
Just a fun one for a change.
Birth sign: Aries
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