I do as I please
With such ease
I play in my room all alone
I look around but nobodies home
I find some cute little army men
I bat them with a pen
I get board of this
I quickly take a piss
Then with great please, I find a lighter
I run down stairs
My army men seems no longer like a fighter
My lighter glares
I strike it once
Twice
Three times and the flame is a lit
I hold it below the little man
Close over a tin can
The wax begins to melt
It leaves a small welt
The wax makes a funny noise
I really love my toys
The wax covers the floor
I hear the front door
I finish pealing the wax
Then pretend to-do income tax
I here the my mother come in
I kick the small tin
She never has to know
so I will go with the flow