I start to sneeze every time certain
relatives gets too close to me
I guess I'm allergic to the leaves
on my family tree my next of kin
tried to do me in kill my dreams
take all my pens I walk fast not too slow
looking over my shoulders like
I'm home on a furlough
they be up my (a) like gerbils
I'm uncomfortable ready to go
before they steal the flames
from my fire I smell gasoline
check the stove before BOOM!
before the blast I'm covered
in shattered glass
don't hand the menu to me
in a book I found the recipe
I can cook so don't mess with me
food poisoning disembowel you clean
I'm loving this happy meal
you use to break my crayons
all my toys accuse me
of making noise you hate
when I write tired of reading
about your life pull out the knife
mama said over her dead body
so I'll wait to crash the party
I'm like Pinky & the Brain
one sides a genius and the other's
insane inflicting pain without
leaving a stain just a mass
on your brain it's not a tumor
that's good humor I laugh
at the jokes you tell
your system failed you're
locked up like in jail
guess who's not making bail
I'll rest in peace
soon as you go to hell