Stop or sink me into a pool of Misery
I asked as I mopped up the slippery.
Locker room floor. We found a note from an enemy.
I listened to the water splash away my destiny.
After I cleaned up the pipe leak, I noticed a mystery
Note on my work locker that said, Misty is a jittery
Chick who will never become a legacy
Lifeguard in Wildwood or Cape May. I stepped back
From my locker, not letting my sea-green eyes lose
Focus on the yellow post it. How could someone
Write this about Pumpkin? I grabbed my backpack
And run out of the locker room as if I had a clue
From the voices on who wrote this fortune.
