Glove World

Reality I see, God whispers sweet nothings, Makes me smile.

Full disclosure, Four Leaf Clover, I don’t want to write today.

Good evening sir, I am the nurse, Would you like to sign your rights away?

Yes I say, On this here day, I trade my sweet life for a name,

I look into your eyes and see, The sweetest nothing I can see, You tell me none are sweet nothing as me.

And now I’m feeling seven feet, My tongue is white as elephant, My room is full of white elephant feet.

I’m glad you came, Birthday name, Thank you Doctor candy cane.

Some rocks skip good, Some go in your pocket, Some are so red, Some are for a locket, But the sea makes us sand, Rocks can’t be friends.

This is my rock. His name is Rocky. He has an opp. His name is Oppy. Sweet bloody tasting good.

Filing cabinet. A filing cabinet in front of me. At my job.

Yeah I got a job. Reality can’t stop me when I’m working at the job.

I mean you crummy cans of mans with hands of lands from far away can’t say what I can or cannot be because I believe that good things come to those who get on their knees and beg for it.

You think about thinking about thinking about getting out.

Sitting in the couch.

What are you so afraid of?

It’s not so bad down below your nose.

Where nobody goes. Where nobody likes you. And nobody knows.

I am in a lazy river working my ass off.

You are in the cockpit trying to breathe.

But you’re still lazy. Not good enough.

It’s like my whole life I read “Donut Hole” as “Donut Whole”

And now that I’ve finally got the whole donut, I swear I’m missing something…

I got everything on my bagel. Bagels don’t have holes. It’s just a bagel. That’s just how it is.

The first thing you must do is stop doing anything else so I can take a good look.

Now believe what I believe. I see you better than you see anything.

I can be your eyes and ears and brain.

You can be my body.

I’m sorry Ms Rhonda You didn’t do this to me. It was that Doctor Candy Cane.

Help is an experiment on what helps And the helper gets full discretion And the helpless just can’t be helped

Someone help! Someone help! This guy might be wrong about something! Who can tell!

The man needs help! The man needs help! He’s looking at the bookshelf!

Probably dreaming a scheme to avoid our secret agent helping team.

So help me help me, Tie my feet up, Stroke me while you eat My bleeding heart,

My bleeding heart, My bleeding helping hand, My bleeding bleeding glove. I am the glove you love.

I am the helper. I am the help.

Oh well. Someone has to.

Gonna help you cause you are so pretty when you are my helpy boy and I can be your helpy man.

So so pretty boy on your helping knees boy. Getting help from mister me. Mr. Mystery. Mr. Mystery Me.

Dr. Kapeech. I mean Dr. Capeach. I mean Dr. Ka-Peach. I mean Dr. Capeesh. Dr. Capeash. Dr. Cah-peesh. Dr. kapeesh. Dr. Kapeesh. Dr. Capech. Dr. Capeesh. Capeesh. Capesh.

It was capisce. what a dumb way to spell that. And he thinks I'm crazy. Go back to your country, Dr. Spelling Bee.

Glove Man, a helper of me is a helper of you.

Color Guy is running for president. I'm not too happy about it. Me and Color Guy were supposed to help each other. Now he wants to go and be president?

What about me? What about Lucky Shot?

Lucky Shot was never president. Except for that one time in 09. But that was TEMPORARY.

Color Guy is a bad guy. He is in the bad party.

Lucky Shot was at least just doing what he wants Lucking and Shotting.

I don't know. I don't vote. I just stay at home.

Signed, Yours Truly, Respectfully, Sincerely,

With lots of help from my friends Color Guy and Lucky Shot and the Doctor and Ms Rhonda and all the other helpers of this sing song help eat help world,

With glove,

A clover with an undisclosed number of leaves.