“I am the terror that flaps in the night!; i am the auditor who wants to look at your books
i am the batteries that aren't included
i am the blown fuse that blacks you out
i am the bubble gum that sticks to your shoe
i am the burned out bulb you can not reach
i am the butter that burns in your pan
i am the cat that should be let out of the bag
i am the check that overdraws your account
i am the check writer in the cash only lane
i am the chill that runs up your spine
i am the clock cleaner who will ring your chimes
i am the cloud that rains on your hit parade
i am the cold sore that stings your lips
i am the combination lock on the vault of justice
i am the current of vengeance gurgling through your sewer
i am the editor that cuts your scene
i am the editor that leaves you on the cutting room floor
i am the fast food that comes back to haunt you
i am the feathery phantom that haunts your nightmares
i am the fingernail that scrapes the chalkboard of your soul
i am the flea you cannot flick
i am the ghost of a chance that you don't have
i am the grade curve that gives you an 'f'
i am the hairball that clogs your drain
i am the hair in the lens of your projector
i am the ham radio operator that scrambles your reception
i am the headache in the criminal mind
i am the Heimlich maneuver for the choking victims of crime
i am the hero that every culture needs
i am the icky bug that crawls up your trouser leg
i am the ingrown toenail in your paddy pumps
i am the ingrown toenail on the foot of crime
i am the itch you can not reach
i am the jackal that knaws at your bones
i am the jailer who throws away the key
i am the limestone that petrifies your bones
i am the little mouse that eats your cheese
i am the lollipop that sticks in your hair
i am the low point in your sine wave
i am the low rating that cancels your program
i am the metal key on the sardine can of justice
i am the meter on the taxicab of justice
i am the moth that seeks your porch light
i am the muddy shoes that track the linoleum of crime
i am the neurosis that requires a $500 an hour shrink
i am the number ninety sunblock that'll stop your burn
i am the onion that stings in your eyes
i am the original Mr. fix-it
i am the paper cut that ruins your morning
i am the parking meter that expires while you shop
i am the pebble in the shoe of ignominy
i am the pencil that breaks from signing too many autographs
i am the pimple that forms before a really big date
i am the pin that will burst your bubble
i am the pitbull that bites the ankle of crime
i am the plot twist in the second reel
i am the principal you are sent to see
i am the pustulus blister that bursts in your boot
i am the quality time that ruins your play time
i am the raspberry seed you can't floss out
i am the repairman who tells you your warranty just ran out
i am the rhinestones on the jump suit of justice
i am the rust in the pipes of crime
i am the sand trap on the fairway of evil
i am the schnauzer that digs up your petunias
i am the scrubbing bubble to criminal scum
i am the single career man all women want to date
i am the slug that slimes your begonias
i am the smoke that smokes smoked oysters
i am the soap scum that lines your bathtub
i am the special news bulletin that interrupts your favorite show
i am the spinach that sticks in your teeth
i am the squeaky stair that gives away your presence
i am the squashed bug on your flying saucer windshield
i am the stain that can't be rubbed out
i am the substantial and inescapable penalty for early withdrawal
i am the super nova at the center of the universe
i am the surprise in your cereal box
i am the switch that derails your train
i am the $10 service charge on all returned checks
i am the termite that devours your floor boards
i am the thing that goes bump in the night
i am the tube of cadmium yellow that's impossible to open
i am the water balloon that lands right on your head
i am the weed whacker in the garden of evil
i am the weirdo that sits next to you on the bus
i am the widget missing from the easy to assemble swing set
i am the winged scourge that pecks at your nightmares
i am the wrong number that wakes you at 3:00 a.m.
i am the zit that forms when you got a really big date.”
*Olduğum gibi kaldım ben. Aptallar gibi büyümedim. Biraz ağırlığım arttı o kadar.*
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