i'm just not in the mood,
and i wanna stuff dynamite into my mouth and hope that when it
blows up, my head goes too.

i have this crappy feeling in me,
that keeps prodding at me and it never goes away,
"i'm not going to give in to your prodding!" you'll eventually hear me yell that,
to no one in particular.

and then i'll wish the floor would open up and swallow me.

"hi debi, i think your pencil box is so cool!"