Cookies are my favorite treat; Chocolate chip, warm and sweet. Momma makes them when I'm sad, When I'm good, When I'm mad. Momma loves me this I know, 'Cuz food's her favorite thing, So when I'm hurt, scraped my knee, Cookies tell me she loves me.
Usefulness has never been a quality of mine. I'm much better suited for trying out the wine. Folding laundry takes me hours, Washing dishes is a bore. How much do I really care about the kitchen floor? Sipping tea and tasting treats to me is just sublime. Though reading in a hammock is where I really shine. So, if you need your lawn mowed, Or your house cleaned, Or your car towed; If you need a handyman, Or help washing your minivan; Please don't be offended when politely I decline... But call on me if you need help learning to...
I feel at home With all of you. I'm very new Sharing my soul, Hiding my face. It's hard to do, Transparency. Deep underground, A speakeasy for me. Secretly sharing Maybe one day I will be brave; Reveal in the light All that I am... Until then
We are all greedy bastards, Every single one. In your mansion, False eyelashes, Plastic parts to make you feel Whole. Religious fanatics, Moral superiority a lie. God to make it all seem right. And I, Trying to survive- Deceiving even myself. The devil we run from, Ourselves. If we had a heart at all, We couldn't be content to live Children hunger, people suffer. We give 10 percent, Pat ourselves on the back, Sleep tight.