There’s the ceiling, again!
Waaaaaaah! >Plonk<
>slurp slurp slurp<
>bloop<
Why do they keep putting me
Back into this little white coffin!
Change me! Can’t you smell that I need a change!
I need something to do!
I don’t want to lay here all day and look at the ceiling!
I need space!
Bring me milk!
I need warmth,
Not this rubber binky pacifier or whatever it is.
My thumb tastes a lot better.
When will this end!
Waaaaaaaaaaah!
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