The good one.
Not predictable, not foreseen.
The good one.
Is serene when things start to scream.
The good one.
Does it right.
He does it fully and right.
He doesn't get seen
he hasn't been beat.
The prankmaster at his best
And you won't sense a thing.
Until you are hit with a pan full of cream.
YOU ARE READING
Wake Up
Poetrybeep beep beep beep the alarms go off in my dream. beep beep beep beep I'm running and running and running. i try and try and try and yet WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP FROM THIS DREAM!? i move and i lean i thrash and i plead to try to get out of this bad ba...
