smack my tambourine

hard in your face
i jingle like a bell
entwined with precussion

*smack* *smack*

like a lollipop with wings
on my hand
not sweet but mellow

skipping on one leg
i find it hard to understand
why people feel the need to talk
when there is so much music to be made

*smack* *smack*

on my arse
harder than the first
tambourine tambourine
tastes as good as tangerine

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i am a butterfly

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i broke the cats tail yesterday

weeeeeeeeeeeee i hate my job and i can't wait to leave so i can do something that doesn't require talking to people because right now i dislike talking and i dislike people unless they are the people that i choose to socialise with i don't think customer service of any sort is okay anymore because it makes you want to martin bryant and i don't know why people feel the need to go on holidays when they can't even wipe there own arse but still they decide to go on holidays and make other people's lives hell like when they ask dumb questions like "is this the exit?" and they are pointing at the green exit sign or "do you have a pool?" whilst they are submerged up to their hips in water or like when people say dumb shit to you that doesn't fucken make sense but what at the end of the day is dumber? the fact that you continue waking up going to work and painting some dumb dumb fucking smile on your face or the fact that these peoples relatives don't lock them in a cage somewhere and feed them occassionally like battery hens...

o......m.........g...............