Mission statement, listen to this
My Mission is to, pick-up sticks
Sticks to burn, sticks to fix
Just for kick’s, there’s magic tricks
My sleeves rolled up, from my wrist
Mission statement, can’t contradict
Elastic wrapped & packed & shipped
Crashed & blasted, smashed too bits
Fact is that this lasts too quick
I must have missed what I meant to hit
At least I lasted as long as I did
Interesting fact is, that this clicks
No there ain’t no stopping this
It may bend, might break or twist
Won’t break easier than, my broken fist
Broke even faster, than a broken dish
Pain so deep, I lost consciousness
Deja Vu please, grant my wish
To aimlessly & graciously, pick-up sticks