Obsequious
Speck of dust in my eye,
Don't go and make me cry.
When you float in
And out of my eyeball sack,
To your dust bowl families
I wish that you'd go back.
Piece of wood in my hand
Won't let me do handstands.
Once you were a proud part of a giant redwood tree,
And you ran so far from home just to be a part of me.
Oh, you're so obsequious.
Microorganisms are funny when they're living in my tummy.
Every thingy in the world wants to do everything I do.
If they had minds of their own, they could be some great attorneys.
Speck of dust, piece of wood and a microorganism.
Oh, you're still obsequious.
Don't attach yourself to me.
