But... my Words I must chew
There are so many things I would
like to say to you
but...my words I must chew
Only because you say your the adult and I'm the baby colt
You realize that what I may say, may make sense
but instead you think I'm witty and dense
So I with hold my thoughts with all my might
and let you think you have won the fight
You become irate at me for not "using my head"
and yet all you think, is that there is air in there instead
You will soon realize all that is taught to me will not benefit you, but only me
I can't describe all the things I would like to say to you
But...my words I must chew
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