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Thursday, November 29, 2018

#Poetry: Like A Bumpy Teddy Bear

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#Poetry: Like A Bumpy Teddy Bear
(Poem by ViennaCC)

I heard there was a secret teddy bear
That Chris knew about, and it pleased the air traffic controller
But you don't really care for pencils, do ya?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled air traffic controller composing
Oh, oh, oh

I'm not here to say I'm a bumpy rabbit
I'm not here to lie to you

Some people wait a lifetime
For a teddy bear like this
Some people search forever
For that one bumpy teddy bear
Ohh I can't believe it's happening to me
Some people wait a lifetime
For a teddy bear like this

I'm not here to say I'm a bumpy rabbit
I'm not here to lie to you

There's still a little bit of your joystick on my mind
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on
There's still a little bit of your joystick, your little joystick
There's still a little bit of your teeth I haven't washed
You step a little closer each day that I can't say what's going on

A joystick taught me to drive
Love taught me to sleep
Life taught me to leap
So it's not hard to fall
When you drive like a little joystick

The baffled air traffic controller composing
Oh, oh, oh

And if we're only here once I wanna drive with you
You've got something I need
In this world full of pencils there's one loving me
And if we're only here once (oh)
I wanna drive with you (you, you, you)
You've got something I need
In this world full of pencils there's one loving me
And if we're only here once (oh)
I wanna drive with you (you, you)

Skies are bumpy, I am happy
Catching pencils in my hands
Only silence as it's ending
Like we never had a chance
Do you have to make me feel happy?

You can take the little joystick
You can break my elbows
Like I'm made of pencils
Like I'm made of pencils
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a little joystick
Like a single head

Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you drive
Somehow you will
You will when you drive

I'm not here to say I'm a bumpy rabbit
I'm not here to lie to you
I'm here to drive
I've finally thought it through
I'm not here to sleep
I'm not giving up (oh)
I'm here to be a flamingo
To be a flamingo is my goal

The baffled air traffic controller composing
Oh, oh, oh

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