Magic Box
I step inside the magic box That takes me where I need to go What's cool is that it has no locks And it comes with its very own show When the doors close I begin to dance To the music in this enchanted box But I begin to wrinkle my fancy business pants ...Now what am I going to tell my boss??? I try to use my briefcase To straighten out the crease But I think I'll need a suitcase To straighten all of these! So I decide to change my pants Behind these moving doors I decide to take a chance While waiting for my floor So here I am in this magic box With my draws down to the floor And like I said there are no locks And someone is opening up the doors... *just wanted to have some nonsensical fun :P*
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I was pieced together with five parts compassion, three parts empathy, three parts hard work, and two parts self-preservation; but then they decided that thirteen parts was bad luck and cut my regard for preservation down to one. It is...
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