I’ve got some sort of stomach bug and apparently its making me rather lyrical.
Down is not up
Up is not down
No matter how much you clown around
When you want to come up
“Up” is what you say
Or else, you’ll find
Down is where you’ll stay
I can’t remember where my keys are, but I can make up a Dr. Seuss-ish poem about N2’s word mixups at 5:40 in the morning?