Midget - Dead Cat Bounce

I dont know why but when I see a midget I just want to pick him up and run and

see how far I can get

I get the feeling with the average midget I could probably make it quite some

distance without breaking a sweat

And who would stop me?

How would it end?

Would most people just assume me and the midget were friends?

That we were fooling around, lifting each-other off the ground

Or maybe he was in a rush and I was helping him out?

And maybe its sick, maybe its wrong, maybe its midget-napping

But I got so used to thinking this through, Im scared its something I might

actually do

Seriously, under the right circumstances I don’t think I could help myself

And once I had the midget where would I even take the midget I mean its not as

if I’ve a plan

Besides theres only so many places that you’d be welcome with a struggling

midget held in your hands

And would he talk to me?

what would he say?

Would he ask where we were going?

Would he tell me his name?

And would I have to explain, that I was perfectly sane its just that both of us

have got a little carried away

Him in a more literal sense…

And would I be caught, would I be charged, would I get slightly famous?

Would I be sued, would it make the news, would there be copycat cases?

Would midgets take up arms and fight, people of average height?

And what would that look like?

My lord the midget army approaches!

Then send for my generals and tell them we must build a wall

Okay

At least five feet high!

Oh ok

My liege, tallengrad hath fallen!

OH SHIT!

They’re everywhere, its like midget-geddon

Then tell the men to summon forth all their strength and courage

For tonight we face our greatest enemy

This summer get ready for a tale of semi-epic proportions

A tale of war

We’ve been fighting so long, I can’t even remember how this damned war even

started

A tale of betrayal

You betrayed meeeee!

Sorryyyy!

And of love

It can never be Arlowe, for I am a midget, and you are a normie