If I lived near Big Bird’s house
I’d never have to kill the mouse
that runs the length
of my floor.
A-B-C’s and 1-2-3’s,
these would mean the world to me,
near, and far.
My triangles and storybooks,
cooperate with silly looks.
Celebrities and cookie dreams,
everyday’d taste like ice cream,
helps hearing impaired.
I want to live on Sesame Street.
I want to sit and rest my feet.
I want to live on Sesame Street,
but the world is far too real.
I’d never starve. I’d never work.
That Oscar is a fucking jerk.
I’d like to punch
So if I lived near Big Bird’s house
I’d probably never kill that mouse.
We’d dance until