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little people PROBLEMS from Quality over Quantity @_domo__c


I shop in the kids section…from time-to-time

I like Dr. Seuss books, just because they rhyme

I wear a size 7, that’s in youth I might add

I’m just barely tall enough to ride the rides at six flags

I grew a beard to look older, I looked young with my face clean

Truth be told I’m twenty-two, but I look a strong fourteen

I don’t need phone books just to see over the wheel

You average height folk will never know how I feel

My feet still swing whenever I sit down in a chair

Found out the doctor says your true height, nope that doesn’t include your hair

I try not to get angry, cause I just set myself up

“Well aren’t you so cute acting all big and tough”

“Big mad or little mad; looks like someone needs a nap!”

“He just needs to be burped, quick pat him on his back”

We’re still everyone’s favorite, across the world it’s the same

Tall guys can’t say that…they don’t have any game

They’re big, I’m small

I’m short, they’re tall

I’m almost certain they get better reception when they try to make phone calls

Who wants to grow up these days, with all the bills to be paid?

Car notes, rent, don’t forget about sally mae

So to sum it all up….

I look like a kid, this much I know

I’m far past puberty, and no I can’t grow

I still have clothes that I’ve owned since middle school

If I can’t find my mini ladder, you better believe I got my trusty mini-stool

I’d rather be little, it gives me personality

My ID says I’m five-four, so don’t you DARE call me five-three

Last Summer from Quality over Quantity

If I’m telling the truth…

I don’t know whether I’m shooting or falling for you…

So give me all of you in exchange for me…

Just give me all of you, rearrange this story…

Dear last summer…

I still hold you in high regards…

You required of me what I aspired to be… Cause

Angel dust couldn’t get me higher than you did…

I know I said I hated you, but darling see the truth is…

I never appreciated you cause I though pain was stupid…

And last summer…

Promise you won’t be my last summer…

I can see my future saying, “You stuck on your last summer”…

Maybe I am…

Maybe I will be…

Cause every single spring, I look back at the real me…

I look back at God’s healing…

I look back on my feelings…

I look back on the real things…

You hear me? You feel me?

Last summer…

F.E.A.R. from Quality over Quantity (@_domo__c)

Fathoming the idea of failure. Frightened

by the pressures placed upon him to prevail despite

his unbecoming circumstances. Forget what he’s

been taught to do, he must do what he sees fit to survive.

Feast or Famine.

Everything he does, is under watchful eyes.

Enticed to succumb to the things society has deemed

as normalcy for him. Eerily similar to the game of

poker, simply play your cards right.

Easier said than done though.

Aimlessly shooting into darkness. Anticipating

a direct hit on a target we can’t even identify.

Assessing every statistic placed in front of us in hopes

of becoming more than a number on a page.

Attempting the impossible.

Rules and regulations to help “guide” me from

what I don’t know. Reluctance to give in to demands

only further ruins your reputation. Realizing that

reality is closing in on you and your dreams.

Ready or not.

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