Much soap on my face
It’s these times when time doesn't fly
When it stings my eyes
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
You manage to save my life
But not my damn ears
The grass grows too fast
At least it can never last
I have a blowtorch
When the chips are gone
More than some fragments remain
They must be consumed
The specks on my desk
Would torment me to time’s end
Brush them off, I must
Scratching on my door
Bright and early at dawn’s break
Make a hat, I will
The unfluffed pillow
Among all the fluffed pillows
Will cease to stand out