In my heart I stay hopin, for some cheese like a token
Chuck E. Cheese, cheese blowin, in the wind, and I’m gropin
For the words, that I can bird, so I can be outspoken
MVP in this life, nothing but net stroking
But I feel like I’ve fallen, no net at the bottom
Now I have discovered why they call it rock bottom
Ouch. Off the couch. To the floor. Carpet burn.
Standing up. Everyday. What I feel? Hell burn.
Now I’m talkin in circles, talkin nonsense like squircles
That’s a circular square – Did I do that? Steve Urkel!
I don’t ride black and yellow, nor play the 2 and purple
What I do? You know what I did. Kevin Hart’s hysterical!
I type mice, and click letters. Kiss hurts to make it feel better
I think dark, and write light. I bring the clouds in any weather
Feathers. They tickle a little, and get everywhere like spittle
Chicken Little. Run for your lives. Down come the skies.