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
Been 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 this infects the research added
to the lack of decent
conditioned to fear those
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

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN