Safety Concerns - Waiting/Don't Sweat the Small Stuff (Like Pluto)/silly Victoria [Gameover]

Chapter Seven I stubbed my toe
A pain others have but only I truly know
Feel the blister pooling up with my blood
Play it cool like I'm rom com Paul Rudd
Chapter Eight my big toe is not straight
Had a Kaiser appointment but my doctor is late
Waiting room waiting for time to pass
Waiting for a while hope i'm not last
Waiting forever and again waiting in line
Waiting is how I perceptually feel time
Chapter nine my patience wears thin
Don't see me glare under my hat's brim
My tolerance for nothing definitely has a cap
The well of good will is overly tapped
Waiting space this wait might be endless
My wait is long enough to leave me friendless
Waiting at home downtime rhapsody
Waiting at home for the arrival of Cassady

Listen up children I have wisdom to share
Avoid silicons to have maximum curl in hair
And don't sweat the small stuff like Pluto
Drawf planets do not concern the Gerudo
Pluto has not been mentioned as of late
By anyone passing through the blue stargate
Which is now in rotation thanks amazon prime
Which streaming corporation will control sci-fi?
Don't worry about crossing orbits with neptune
Don't pollute Poseidon with a foil ballon
Focus not on that ice ball with the oval sway
Can't even make it three light hours away
Forming concrete plans for food though?
We shouldn't even be talking about pluto

P.W.M Pulse width modulation
Slightly sedated for the hyperspace situation
P.w.M Pulse width modulation
The distortion gives me a primal inspiration
Basic building blocks for Hyrule's shrines
The puzzles are different but share inherent design
The calamity happened and the clams rose up
Don't sweat the small leak in your paper cup

It's the Game over screen you finally made it!
Despite those conflicts internally debated
Either you defeated it or you got defeated
This is not the start of a cycle to be repeated
Triangle wave with the minor seventh chord
Resonance knob maxed to become synth lord
My jaw at this point is to locked far too tight
Best to turn off the console and call it a night

Written by:
Julian Faulkner

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