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Monday, March 26, 2012

When I Run

When I run
I haven't a care in the world
My wind feels bottomless
My endorphin flag is unfurled
Feet pounding
Cushioned by my ultra trick shoes
Like running on bubbles
I could almost take a snooze

When I run
You know it's because I'm being chased
I'm lazy as a boy
On any other day
And believe you me
If I had it with me
The dude chasing me would get maced

When I run
I'd probably have a heart attack
The only person I'd beat
Would be sporting a walker
So I'll just settle for this nice chair here
Hey now
Get out of here
I don't need another stalker!

When I run
It will be for office
To join the ranks of fat cats
Making up new laws
Giving themselves raises
I'll be fair
Don't worry
As long as that means keeping you under my thumb

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