Three pairs of feet marching across my hands , pinning my fingers to the ground.
My lips glued shut by a special brand of media.
Three strangers screaming orders.Who are they?Oh right, I know them-Me,Myself,and I. I thought they were on vacation.
I didn't see it,I didn't hear it .What happened again?
Gross taste just have a crum.
Stop this meaningless babble whoever you are -just wake me up and slap me!