The Blob

When I woke up this morning
I stepped into a world unknown
And during this time aborning
The life I knew was blown

I must admit I am a bit derange
A bit irrational and crazed
But for me, that is not strange
It is just the way I was raised

On the night of my sleepwalk
I found a few brushes, a lot of paint
A number of pencils and some chalk
I started doodling unconstrained

In the daylight, I saw what I had done
I created a massive thingamabob
The craziness I had spun
It was a giant blob

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