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Here I am world, this is me.

Take it, accept it or let me be.

I don't need you behind me,

To define me.

I'm my own individual.

Not accidental, intentional.

There are things that I love, there are others I hate,

But right now isn't my moment to recriminate.

Ha ha ha

But let's focus on my locus of control,

Cuz all I'm told is I must wait.

Oh, great! Just great! Just wait, and late-r,

I'll dictate the rate at which I'd have you skate.

It's getting late, look at the time, look at the date.

I'm in a state, I'm irate, I'm just pressed by the weight.

At any rate, I'd fill my plate, but someone else controls my fate.

And I must simply take his bait, or I lose weight.

I have to beg and stand up straight.

And if I want to find my mate, or procreate,

I'll follow to the Lone Star State, and lie in wait.

You know, I don't want to desecrate the Pearly Gates,

But I'm a lightweight, I wouldn't make it to Kuwait,

Much less through the battle that would ensue,

Just let me through, I'm turning blue!

What on earth do you want me to do?

::sob:: I just don't know ::sob::

- Lo Ro