When walking past interesting houses, my eyes I cannot control
They sneakily peak through the window, like some kind of thief on parole
It's not a voluntary action, I have no aspirations to see
It's an inbuilt peculiarity, please don't say it's just me.
If some one undertakes me on the motoroway, I really can't let it pass
Rather than say ce la vie, I drive like a stupid mad ass
I'm aware its an unnecesarry sport, but I must fufil the need
I hypocritically undertake many more to reclaim my two second lead
When eating a meal with various food types, I do it in a particular way
At the start there isn't much method in fact its varied I'd say
But when I get past the half way point is becomes a mathematic feat
food types are divided and measured, two part vegetable to one part meat
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