Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles
Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position
I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down
Reaching for the floor, I miss
And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed
Living now the pinwheel life
So many annoyances buzzing all around.
Why are they picking on me?
All I want to do is swat at these bothersome gits
Releasing me to get on with my life
Maybe if I bought one of those electric zappers
Feeling like a coin spinning through the air
Listing endlessly from heads to tails and back again
It makes for an uncomfortable situation and fills those around you with apprehension.
Perhaps instead of chocolate or vanilla soft serve, you might settle on your edge, twist!
Perhaps being irrational is just my style
I keep going around and around
Didn’t stop slicing it into pieces
As I stuff as much into my face
You mean it’s a number? Eat my shorts!