Hey.
You're like Lois Lane.
You're so driven, it's driven you mad.
You're always mad at me.
You hang on the bottom of an elevator, speeding to the top of the Eiffel Tower.
Just to see the Eiffel Tower.
Just to see the Eiffel Tower
With bombs on board,
While you're underneath.
You had to be there.
Just like Lois Lane.
So, if it matters,
Which I hope it doesn't,
But I'm afraid it does,
What am I?
I mean, there's always Clark.
There's always Superman.
There's always Kryptonite...
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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i'm diggin this.
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