This slapped me in the face while I was trying to write one about a hot summer day spent under a maple tree, not sure if I like it but I like the message so I figured I'd share.
What's it like
To be like me
What's it like
To be so free
My concern, my care
For social affair
Was stolen, was taken
Was given for free
What's it like
To be like me
It's freedom, it's flying
It's smiling with glee
Join me, lets dance
Join the romance
Or stand in the corner
For fear of their glance
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It's amazing how sweet shit can smell
For a while I wore some as cologne
And many a woman I did woo
Until one day a man said to me
He said, "You smell of shit"
And it was true.
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