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In Bobby's World

There are books but no paper
There is blood but no bodies

Things are creepy but they're not scary
Things are gloomy but not sad

There's school and colleges
But don't go expecting any education

You will have both a mommy and a daddy
But sisters or brothers? No chance

You can feel free but you can't ever escape
Hey but you can still manage to flee
You can have feelings but you can't emote
Hey but you can still be pretty expressive

Will you fall? Yes
Will you get back up? No

If there's something to be forgotten, you're good
But if there's something you have to remember, you're screwed

Seeing and looking is great
Can you wear glasses? Yes, but not spectacles
But observing and learning? Nope

You may yell your lungs off
But you will never be heard

Can you be happy in such a world? Yes
So can bees

Would you want to live in such a world? No
But you most certainly can breed

You may sleep, but you will never dream
You may gobble pizzas, but you'll never actually eat

No crying babies, but you will find rattling toddlers
No soap, but hey there's plenty of shampoo to go around

You can be running with your feet but you'll never be able to fly
Oh but you can still own a fleet

Everything is sweet, and there's no sugar
But everything is also bitter because of it
Everything in Bobby's world is also bittersweet

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