The County Seat Is Woodland, CA

From now until I stop to think
I’m living life upon the brink
Where danger lurks, I lurk as well
I’ll kiss and just as quickly tell
Tape scissors to my running shoes
Then punch a man to watch him bruise
I’ll lather, rinse, and not repeat
Go swimming even as I eat
While starting with dessert, of course
Check dental records on the horse
You gave me for my natal day
Start giggling at “Let us pray”
And then, to cap the mayhem off,
Not cover up my hacking cough
To squares I may appear a fool
I’m dangerous, which means I’m cool

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Silliness is good
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