I wrote you a poem:
Candy cane kisses and water-fall wishes
Might seem like a farce while you're washing the dishes
So take off the apron and toss out the gloves
Flap your arms like an albatross, coo like a dove
And run out in the street and proclaim "I am god"
And don't be discouraged if your mom thinks it's odd
Cause you are a god, dammit, you're on top of the world
And you're swimming in oceans of diamonds and pearls
And you don't have to listen when they tell you "you're mad!"
Cause there's loot that needs plundering and spoils to be had
Even if you fall down from this mountain you've scaled
And your bones are all crushed and your lungs are impaled
Say "Don't put me on dishes, I'm droppin' them bitches...
Give me candy cane kisses and water-fall wishes!"
(actually, "don't put me on dishes, I'm droppin' them bitches" is from a Dead Prez song. lol)