Baby Shark Meets The Man In The Moon

Karens underwear are twisted tight

She’s seems pretty mad at me

I guess I pissed her off again

While I was fast asleep

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What she doesn’t realize is

When you wander in dreamlike states

Your head floats around in a metaphoric cloud

I didn’t mean to sling feces in her face

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In my mind I was a monkey - showing my utmost disapproval

Of the grub they offered to me on that plate

So when I flung my chunky monkey toward the cage they locked me in -

Only then did I recognize it was her face

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The moon sure has had a grip on me

Last night I dreamt, I was the ocean

Getting pushed and pulled in every direction

Like I’d been drinking Neal Armstrongs - magic potion

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Waving hello and goodbye to the shore, then stealing away all it’s sand

A true give and take or I’ll drown you - relationship

Until, I fell out of bed

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Being chased by an unruly school of fish

Under the moon all alone in the dark

I was embarrassed when the light revealed

It was Graysons tiny pillow - baby shark

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So if I must apologize

Dear Karen, I truly hope that you understand

I was under the spell of the man in the moon

Playing tricks with my hourglass sand