No Stairs, No Stairs
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Oh man, we have to get a place with no damn stairs.
It doesn't matter if he loves it here, I don't care.
Every time he gets in one of his moods he carries me.
Now I am a decent sized guy, as any normal person could see.
But for some reason, he carries and lifts.
Does anyone know why, I don't get the drift.
I tell him to stop it and to put me right down.
And he gives me a face, like that of a sad clown.
He is such a shit, he thinks that this will work.
Well, it won't I am telling you, he is a big old jerk.
So stop lifting me for Christ's sake, give me a break.
Or I will tell you what kind of a flying leap you should take.
I am tired of this, I am tired of that.
Do it once more and I will be using a bat.
I kid you not, big guy, this is the end of it.
And don't you think you can just call me a shit.
No more lifting and carrying, do you get the rules?
I will have to take the stairs apart, with some of your tools.
Stop it I say, stop it I might have to Yell.
With no stairs there, it would be like falling to hell.
You might think hell, but let me tell you, you don't have a clue.
So stop doing that shit, or I will kick the shit out of you.
Now do you get it? Or do I have to get rough?
Come on Big Guy, I am actually quite tough.
I can walk, oh yeah, just like you can do.
Now get upstairs, cuz I want to fuck you.
That's what I want to see, more running, that's great.
Let's get this show on the road, so tomorrow we won't be late.
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