I Want You To Write A Poem Off-the-cuff Right Here Right Now
You hang from my neck like a ton of bricks
You're bulky and awkward what a fix
Always need adjusting, collecting hair and crumbs
Restricting me to death, I just sit and twindle my thumbs
I would love to just throw you away, but if I did my arm would flay
So I will keep you on for now, and accept your itchiness
As long as you hold my arm and accept by bitchiness
You're bulky and awkward what a fix
Always need adjusting, collecting hair and crumbs
Restricting me to death, I just sit and twindle my thumbs
I would love to just throw you away, but if I did my arm would flay
So I will keep you on for now, and accept your itchiness
As long as you hold my arm and accept by bitchiness