When people walk around in the streets and fall, they’re usually embarrassed. But I make a joke out of it to ease their embarrassment and make them laugh.
Walking down the street
When I see people trip,
I tell them they are falling for me
“Don’t trip!”
This makes them laugh
I have others try to still my joy
What brings happiness
Are those teeth I see
When others smile
Or that smile that goes up
And makes cheeks get round
Don’t trip, I’m good at my job
And this is the best volunteer job
I ever had
I struggle with my smile sometimes
Then someone lends me theirs
Don’t trip, I won’t let a succubus steal my smile
I’m sipping on a sober life
That is quenching my thirst
I can’t go back in time to fix your broken smile
If I could, I would fix mines
Don’t power-trip on me
You’re not perfect either
Don’t trip, all smiles are not good
There is something devious lurking
So I will trip to get away
And someone else will think I’m falling for them
Don’t trip
This may be true
