Freshman Carpet Thingy
Wake up with a nauseating glitch
A dog called Popo sit with a problem of itch
If I cant lift my head off the ground
He’ll be the one that’ll bark until I’m found
I sell my coin to the God of Leisure
Made a living out of constant pleasure
If a deadly mosquito deliver its final sting
If the cupboard falls and smashed me down
If Draconians storms in and slashed me open
If a wave of soy sauce pours in and drown me
My final image is you
An usurping shadow stained my flow
A dangling gigolo with a cute pink bow
If this feels like another final episode
There’ll be another fright I’ll abode
Take another bang at the wall
Take this moment for 1 last call
Rise up and dance to this tantrum thing
Or wait for another jolt and fling
Life’s been good, life’s been swell
All alone but Popo’s treating me well
If a gorge opens up and swallow me whole
If Galactus decides to suck this planet dry
If the witch shoved her apple to my mouth
If there’s no station to this la-la land ride
My final image is you
Who are you?
