It isn't pretty enough, Ain't got the nickel
out of me, I've got the microchip in my
own body of soulfulness, I am not the only
Dark Man, hiding the innocent face of mine, not
the eyes to see and free overlook, I'm stuck
inside of that, I'm stuck, I don't wanna be
transferred into the second personalized to
sit likable duck with off-guard wings and
unbelievable feet to walk in the place, I can't
fly so high and low, I just like a humankind
duck, my voice echoes from there, why me
in this charming kick back day, I won't lay
the ingrown egg came throughout like that, I
was truly able to be stuck forever
Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-6-20
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