Cheeto Finger'd (Poetry Song)

DOGS Dogs scare me Should I let them watch me pee? Do they know? Are they watching? Do they think about death, like me? They don't live very long Maybe I'm afraid of animals because they reflect my mortality As I am no different I started barking at the mail man last week I can't stop Lawnmowers, too I can only poop outside Because I'm afraid of dying like a dog alone, and frozen on the street WHEN I DRAW When I draw for too long I start to feel wonky I can hear my thoughts become more violent Screaming in my head Screaming screaming screaming It makes me want to vomit blood Because I think it's cool It feels like torture When the voice inside your head Isn't you I feel like I see God If he were more terrifying! I'm afraid of water And clouds It's easier to forget we're in space But I can't The sky is an infinite void Always WATCHING TV Why isn't this funny? I guess I'm just sad The cold ground keeps me awake And I can't help but listen to the quiet static ring of the TV These actors are bad, too I keep thinking of that stuck-up writer, Laughing at her own jokes Most people would laugh too I guess I'm just jealous I think I'm sad LUNCH TIME Sammy was thinking While getting her lunch That she could kill Tony With only one punch She could do it But should she try? Tony never seemed to be such a smart guy But he has a family! A little voice said Think of all the sad people if Tony were dead! She thought and she thought She thought and she thought Then reached in her bag For the knife that she'd brought She stabbed tony in the neck The back, and his skull That's when she realized That her life was dull Her world had no meaning It had always been bland But she finally felt When she got blood on her hands cough GETTING HIGH ON SCENTED MARKERS At the same time as Diarrhea I eat scabs for breakfast Please don't challenge my authority There's a pool of chocolate in these parts Maybe consider taking out a loan Nobody really pays attention To anything you do So why not collect dead bugs I'll name this one Randy Three hundred people in my room and not one of them knows I'm schizophrenic! Who baked these cookies, anyways? DON'T READ MY DIARY IT'S FILLED WITH HAIR Leave the window open, too I'm expecting company Who wrote this novel, anyway? Let's build a LEGO house Then drink blood I'm so glad all of you could make it to my dance recital! This one's called Teeth Cereal DIARRHEA Pee Pee Hahaha Poopie Hahaha Hahahaha I don't really think that's funny But I don't find anything funny I haven't laughed In a long time I always just fake it I'm not sure how to explain But everything is so Tedious So Pee and Poop Which are just not funny Can be humorous to me In reflection to my bored And fearful Outlook on the world Because who really cares? Why not suffer in my own mind For some kind of Chuckling amusement OUTRO Screaming and crying Thank you so much for listening to my music I love all you guys Yung Grandma! BububuBwaaaaah Poetry