'I wanna' on 6th July 2008

I wanna live in Maryland, US and say 'I'm part of the cookie business'
I wanna impress the guys and girls of world by being an okapi and licking my own ears clean and for all of them guys and girls and people inbetween to find me creepy
I wanna live in China every September to celebrate the moon and have moon biscuits
I wanna believe this poem doesn't make me sound like I have a biscuit fetish

I wanna keep writing 'til my hands fall off (a cliff)
I wanna chop all the butchers in half and call it 'magic' (when it went wrong)
I wanna see the fittest guy in the world with his body in a thong (but I suppose fit to me means probably the opposite to everybody else)

I wanna cry for reason and stop waking up with random solitary tears colliding down my face to make my untouched day(slash)night before make up run even more - I think I would rather play some solitary on the computer and call it a disorder as I'll play harder and harder instead of having solitary tear
but then, wait,
they'd probably lock me up, in a slammer with a straight jacket because I'd keep a racket due to smacking on the keyboards keys and making some solitary noises.. but when solitary means 'single self' surely this business is only to do with me?

Anyway, I wanna sing some fucked up distorted banging noises and have my Sledge on the drums
I wanna listen to more classical music and choose to eat with seven kinds of fork instead of the solitary blue plastic one at the take away restuarant, and that restuarant
(sharn't be long before...)
I plan to blow it up because it's like a McDonalds wannabe, infested with meats and has it's own Ronald Donald called Bonald Fonald - they think it's funny... I suppose I thank them for not having okapi for their mascot and just that stupid Bonald Fonald because I'd then have to get a new favourite animal.

But, I wanna help the world, I wanna take part in some events. I don't want to be as rich as the guys and girls who have the pheasants and keep them latched/locked up like hens; awaiting golden money or golden eggs so they can sell off, dis-respect and torment (perhaps as a tournament)

I wanna finish this off with me changing my wants. I don't wanna live in Maryland, saying I want to be in the cookie business, I want to be dairy free, and that's what I am I do believe. I'll have to move here and there like a gypsy, but sweetest thing is I'll be free of milk and I can do all the magic I want when back packing my basic wants all over the world. Maybe I'd like to meet more people. Maybe I wanna conquer ambition and ask R Kelly why he thought it were a good idea to make that song 'Ignition'.. but I don't want to wrong myself as I'm not sure he wrote it, I don't know much. I wanna keep less in the know and be purple like the purple Fimble, or a Boobah.. although Pom from the Fimbles is cute, if I were young as a boy I'd do her, If I were young as a girl I'd wanna be just like her, all furry and girly, all comfy to hug. And if inbetween; ''then whatever'' I will shrug
I wanna stop this poem now so I wanna go shutting up

(BEFORE IT ALL GOES TITS UP LIKE THOSE SPROUTED CHOCOLATE BITS ON THE BICCY's WE'VE HAD [BIG] CONVERSATION ABOUT)