I’m not going to lie
Sometimes I like to fly
Really, really high
In the sky
Oh my
Like that guy
Who looks like a spy
With a pie
Next to a French fry
On his tie
It makes me cry
Because I’m shy
Like reading “Catcher in the Rye
In a pig sty
The end is nigh
And every time I try
I feel like I die
*Sigh*
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