My ovular wheel rattles
The gear creaks as its pattern speaks
To me, milk is water and water is putrid
Cows got it comin, chewin all day is stupid.
A backhanded sack branded "Taxes" slings slack from my handlebar's branches
Knots of my mane mangle back in the windletweed breezes
Sneezes break silence on the blue wall illuminated
Next to my screen the world outdoors is anything
but the dreams that remind me are written down.
Please don't read them out loud.
The spaghetti I made with cous cous and dark red sauce,
five finger discount, but Who will miss it?
I thought my throat got stuck and couldn't shut up,
when i went to their store, but i was silent.
Sirens were silent as i biked back in silence
O i biked in silence, thanked milk in silence.
Who will miss it? Who will miss it?
My ovular wheel rattles
the drive chain creaks as its pattern speaks
Is there no animal that feeds its children water?
Water's got it comin, flowin all day is cupid.
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