And To Think I Saw It On Mulberry Street

Don't know what this is about. It was about something then turned into sucky teachers then it went to wherever. But it's not supposed to be good, is it? It's my barf, a mixture of whatever emotions I was feeling in the past 18 hours(I heard somewhere it takes your body six days to digest food.) I don't even think upheaval is a word.
Up Chuck Ya Fuck

I wish they could hurl me across the stars
Into my dreams and way past Mars
I've got potnetial that's what they say
Don't care where I am after '0-5 May
"Get rid of this stuff" "Just trim the fat"
I'll give you an A if this is that
Cut out the spirit you free thinker

This is an upheaval of phlegm that's infectual
Give it time and it will talk dicatating it's will

I wish I'd hurl this from my weak heart
Keeping my soul and body apart
This ink is my blood run my veins dry
Can't stand it in this body of mine
It screams for release, has to be seen
Hope I convey its message real keen
Out of this prison will it fly free?
Soar like an eagle and ease my sleep?

This is an upheaval of phlegm that's infectual
I hope that I get well won't rot in the pits of hell