Clear for takeoff

Wake up put

Your head

All in the salt

And kiss good thoughts away 

Put on your make up

Hide your faulty awful face

With confidence and grace

Then hop back on the awkward race

Mah best be on your way

I done got my way again

And no bust down or touchdown pass

Could touch that

I'm valuable

Your foundation malleable

I treat these coward kids like food

When out too long

I toss em in the dumpster

What you thought I lunched em

Chump

Shut the fuck up

Punched em

Crushed him till he crunched

Then grabbed a brush for him

Hushed him

Bleeding cuts still warm 

I don't need you present or ignoring

You can leave yourself right at the door