This is my creative side

I e press myself

Come with me, look at the sky

Take a flight of fancy

Slides project across the screen

Of my gifted mind

Favor fading, failing fast

Follow financial formulation

It's okay

Listen to the rain

Have you an idea in mind?

Multiflavored fiction

Can you hear the voice inside

Telling you to listen?

Canceled is your fancy flight

Glittered hearts and fears alight

Just a little more manipulation

It's okay

No rewrite today

June 19th, quarter to nine

It says so on the clock

Take your time to stay in line

And pay no mind to the fish everywhere

Love is advice from a baby pigeon

Love is a feeling deep within you

Even if you live underground

Love is a place that can be found

Love is a gravel eating

god named Malcolm

Love is a place, love is a thing

So pile up my plate

sky high with chicken

Do you ever wonder why

You feel so traumatized?

Clock, notepad, butterfly

Dreams, love, and time

Don't hug me, I'm scared

So misinformed and unaware

(Punish Land)

Every day is Father's Day

In a digital world, you're free

To do what you would like

It's easy as one, two, three

Charts, or style, or dancing

Gastro guidance from a steak

Teeth are turning into gray

If you try to heed the voice that calls

Canned and consumed by

your friend, the cannibal

Do you ever wonder why

June 19th never goes by?

Creatures of every kind

Creatively conniving

Don't hug me, I'm scared

Stuck in a moonlit world of stairs

(Up and down)

You've ruined everything

Do you ever wonder why

You feel so traumatized?

Clock, notepad, butterfly

Dreams, love, and time

Don't hug me, I'm scared

Pulled the plug and got out of there

(Walked away)

From the pain of Father's Day