A bowl of cocopops In bed Living life to the Fullest just a trend, And I'm done
Birds are enemies to My nocturnal sense Yes it says to me That chirping makes you tense So get up Close the blinds And lay down Don't even think about it
The bike ride from my Place to your place is An avenue of creeps Of fortune tellers, Hellen Kellers A bunch of board game playing Dweebs, check mate
Yet I cycle with my ears stuffed Filled with musical delight Some somber harmonies Wind in my face insures its All right you're going forward Stop at the light Don't over think it Just have a good night
Went through conditioning Like Little Albert, didn't stand a chance Baby anxiety induced by Watson and his creepy mask What did you expect
Poor little Albert barely Able to report Indecent acts and it infects the research added to the lack of decent facts conditioned to fear those rats it wouldn't happen today well you're dead anyway
pour some for Albert cause Of cumbersome miscalculations Hydrocephalous one side, one highfalutin exaggerator Behaviorism Isn't a reason To make me feel bad About a baby I don't know