Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds

They say you can grow up to become what ever you want to be but I’ll tell you what thats completely wrong if you want to become a tree

There once was a boy Who was sent to the store He followed the path Till it led to a door The door was old

He was the greatest gladiator That came from a distant land He never had to pick up a sword All he threw was sand He knew what he was doing

When you look at the world flat You see nothing but squares It all looks the same Lines all put in pairs Faces look straight

You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me

Little sneezing Cynthia Never covered her mouth She would sneeze oh so loud It could be heard clear down south Her sneezing startled the neighbor…

I know there must be some place aw… A place to call home that’s drive… An old log home, where friends wai… A hammock waiting on the beach nea… A t.v playing reruns of an old fav…

Supposedly we all have demons And boy do I wish this were true I’d have these demons do my chores And all my homework too

This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”

It’s time I must go I’ll make this one quick Just flip the page If this one doesn’t stick

Martin J, Martin J Simply loved the month of May March and April were to grey And nothing compared To his month of May

No I won’t allow you To write about me It’s a waste of time A waste of a tree I don’t care if I’m imagined