Ya mind is bad weather
Diseased when you clever
I sit in the chair
Waiting for baby candy cane
She’s not to return
For she has forgotten my name.
For my drawing final.
My teacher, he comes to me.
“Let’s come to an understanding.
You’re crazy, and I’m holding you back.
I don’t think you should be graded like the others.
I think that you shouldn’t follow what everyone is doing and let yourself go insane on your work.
Also, you might like to use colours like the way you dress.
Spontaneous, layered, and radical.”
Tips on my tosies
No bed full of rosies
One more small puff
And I ain’t such a posey
Killin me slowly
I’m down for tha stangz
These are a few of my favorite thangz