I
I think I may go get a McGriddle in the morning,
I love the taste of heart disease.
I think I might move to India soon,
It looks quite nice there.
I think I am alive,
If not, I'll live.
I think I'll quit my job today,
All the stuff I want costs too more than money.
I wish I had a six pack,
Only five more to go.
I wish I was a devout Christian,
But I'm really not all that happy.
I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Weiner,
Except I've never had it in me to kill someone.
I wish I held the world in my hands,
I am probably too clumsy, though.
I know how to spell my name,
Public education did something right.
I know the secret of life,
It equals 42.
I know how to tie my shoes,
That's why I wear sandals.
I know right from wrong,
So I'll stay away from politics.
I seen the ocean once,
It inspired me to diet.
I seen a kind person once,
Now I believe in ghosts.
I seen my future in a dream when I was little.
Black holes aren't really as interesting as you'd think.
I seen a shooting star yesterday.
Must suck to be an alien.
I am the walrus.
Boy I can eat up some eggs.
I am God,
I can kill all of us whenever I'd wish.
I am a little more than slightly overweight,
But I am not that hungry at the moment.
I am a pretty bright kid,
College seems a waste of time, though.
I have just enough to get by,
And thankful to not have more.
I have the ability to change the world,
It's fine as it is, though.
I have a best friend.
There's nothing wrong with being a little narcissistic.
I have my heart in your pocket.
Sorry if it stained your jeans.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | XXXXAABC XDECXEXD XXXFXFXX GHGXXXBE XXXXXXXD XXXDXXHX |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,512 |
Words | 319 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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