The green is so bright it hurts my spleen And makes my eyes feel like their gonna bleed Green is the color of the aliens the FBI freed

Me and John stuck like a deer in headlights Flight or Fight but we choose standing in fright

What do we do? Who do we call? My legs buckling from under me causing me to fall Because this is just like one of my acid trips

We can’t leave the park till we beat them John we gotta swiss cheese em’

The rip That strips itself from its pair Oh how you keep sneakers together Oh how you keep baseball gloves together So useful you are Velcro You make the world go round But I’m a flat Earther And I don’t belive the Earth is round

I was happy taking a walk with my dog Feeling a bit of joy But now I feel manipulated like a toy I knew my dog could sense my euphoria What a waste of a day All I wanted was a taste of a good day But my dog had to poo And what could I do? Do I leave him and walk a way Or do I stay and let the poison like stench reach my nose Let me tell you it DOESN’T smell like a rose I looked up to sky taking a breather before I couldn’t breathe any more Guess I have to wait this out and pick up with a dog poop baggie

We were Dunkin’ Our donuts And the coffee shop music was funkin’ And groovin’ We were lookin’ left and right hitting those moves Like we got nothing left to loose But all good things must come to an end It was closing time But in no time we packed it up And took it outside behind the Dunkin’ Donuts Coffee runnin’ in our veins Eyes a bit glossy and mouths a bit frothy From the powdered sugar donut holes We were getting crazy but we actually did is a bit hazy But one thing I know is the police showed up And we had a dance off and we wiped the floor with those cops like they were mops We ate donuts, cinnamon rolls and that dance up for breakfast.

The spaghetti is good Wait what this? Onion I’m gonna vomit

I need it Maybe I’m a fiend for it I’m reelin’ for it If my hands aren’t feelin’ it Blue raspberry Sour apple Strawberry blow pop If I ain’t huffin’ that stuff then I’ll drop Music to my ears And my taste buds Flavors so beautiful and melodic I savor it Pink lemonade air Doesn’t scare my lungs When I’m huffing and puffing I become the best harmonica player and I’m not bluffing Because I’ve got practice playing on my Harmonica Shaped Vape

Trees, bees, fleas, and a breeze All in my backyard Finches, witches, and some trash filled ditches …Are also in my backyard Maybe even some ghost but if I seen them then I’m toast But, the worst of all… The Boogie Man Why couldn’t he be Batman or a Caveman? Heck, even a minivan some teenager’s crashed into our ditch would be better. I wish I could switch places with the van Because then he wouldn’t already know my plan And I could spy like a fly on the wall But he knows And I know And he knows I know But, In the note he wrote I could pick my battle where we will grapple Like rotten apples A dance battle will be our fate on this here’s date Sure, the night gives me a fright but the moonlight gives me moves that makes sure I can’t loose. So under the stars I going to dance so hard it sends him to mars. I hit the griddy So he know he won’t get rid of me easily And I hit the whip and nae nae so he knew I was crae crae But the boogie man got crazy and wasn’t lazy He hit it So I had to ditch this And run. For now on I knew not only was the night haunting me.. but the dance floor. The Boogie man can’t be beat.

Freak bob, Freak bob , What would you do? I asked him From my side of this modern day communication called “calling” Always got my back Always got stacks And racks to hang up my freshly pressed suit He picked up. He’s a real one Not one to steal from Cause our friendship is precious Always has freshness It’ll never go stale Because we listen And recognize each others visions Because I’m going to run this town And he’s my right hand man The mafia is no life for two men like us But we’ll do it For eachother Basically step brothers Oh Freak Bob, Freak bob what do I do? All he said was “Be careful out there”.

I’m not an alien I am human. I’m not a monster I am human. I am not an animal I am human. I don’t deserve death for what I did I guess I hit a nerve there Now I have to serve time for what I did I ate it And I didn’t hate it The enchilada dip was good okay See I let it slip because I’m fine with the truth You don’t have to become a sleuth dear reader Because I’ll say it you don’t even have to pay for it It was two years expired and that blew everyone’s minds That I ate the whole jar still I would eat it in my car still I would eat it even if I was far Away from the bathroom still Knowing it was past its time and past its prime Still

Everyday life Is unexpectedly lonely It feels like the most important slice was taken out of me It makes me feel lowly and my complexion ghostly Bright lights used to shine in my face The shutter of cameras a soothing sound. No there’s nobody around in this place. I feel like I can’t be found. I used to have a name as the biggest paranormal hunting YouTuber. Busy with autographs and meet and greets Now I can only live in shame: failure and a total goober. A new name as a cheat and a total dead beat…