And reindeer really could fly, and the Easter bunny carried that basket of goodies all the way up that long flight of stairs and put it at the foot of your bed, and a tooth fairy flew to the head of your bed with a quarter in her tiny hand just to buy that baby tooth you were so proud to get yanked out.
at times,
a tortured mind,
will give us words,
and thots that rhyme...
and these thots,
will not fit,
wit tha world at large,
this lovely soul,
who will never fit,
must find a way,
to ease hiz bindings,
and git loose a bit...
for in hiz mind,
he iz forever bound...
no way to say,
tha path he'z found...
peace fer tha crazy folks,
pain fer tha normies,
rookie