My (Annoying) Questions #1

It seems I'm at that point
where everything needs an answer
Why is the sky blue
And why do we have cancer
What is really real
And what's all the fake s#!*
Does anyone know
Will they answer it
Is laughter a cosmic energy
How many dimensions
How about
The stuff no one ever mentions
Aliens hidden away by government guys
All that find out
Are prisoned
or die*
Are people real
Is this a video game
Is time just all irrelevant
Is it all just the same
Can we see color
Do we see upside down
When you think you're smiling
Is it really a frown
And what's this Leelee says
About people eating horse
Sometimes that can happen
When people are cheap, of course
And are my dreams just
An alternate life
One where I'm married
To a rocking hot wife
Is the earth big
Or just in fact small
Perhaps it's just dust
To giants so tall
Dinosaurs, that's the question
I want know
Go back in time
Take some pictures to show
Is Hannah Montana a dude
Is Beiber a chick
Is Gaga a gal
Just carrying a d!**
Is my mind weird
Is it all strange
If I try
Will anything change
If I keep talking
Will you guys get board
Well I don't care
I'll just keep spewing more
Am I the only one
Are you guys really there
Or is it the strange effect
Of the big ol' space tear
What do you say to people
That think they're the big cheese
Do you just go with it
Or laugh and say you'll cut em', jeez
High or
Low
Goodbye or
Hello
Which hurts more
When does it end
Put those feeling
In a text and hit send
If you sneeze with eyes wide
Will they just pop out
If I sneeze, hiccup and fart
Well, then what will come out
I think I need to shut it
Before you fall asleep
You might fall and hurt someone
Back up the crane, go beep
But like I said before
Will I ever stop asking
The answer is no. ooh, I wonder
Does she need a spanking
How did I get a black eye
And get quite soaked in drinks
Something went wrong
I'm way to hot, me thinks
I'm wise beyond my years
And other things are big
Actually, I mean HUGE
Why does she think I'm a pig
Is the sky slowly falling
Am I walking through myself
My thoughts that I have
Should I put them on a shelf
Are zombies gonna happen
Like the walking dead
Is the only way to kill them
To aim for the head
Is Gillian's island fake
Was it based on some truth
Would seven survive
Under a bamboo-leaf roof
The monster under the bed
Is he a friend
Or is he just waiting
To bring on my end
That cardboard box looks deadly
Am I just paranoid
Or does the bottom have
An endless void
Is Santa clause real
Or just a jolly fat man
High up on crack
All night on the can
Do I have to make a rhyme
Or should I wish for luck
What if I don't want to
Well I don't give a flying (nose hair)
Have you read like six hundred words
Or did I miscount
Well now you're oh so board
You take something and pound
Was it a nail that I speak of
Or your head now that you know
If that's what you do from reading this
Well then... Go, go, go
Is this erotic
Do you find pleasure
In every ounce
Of love juice you measure
Or times that you came
The vibrator happy
Just don't forget to give Sammie
Some extra batteries
Are kittens cute
Did the subject just change
I think I'm done
You get no rhyme at the end
Believe me I could keep asking
Seven hundred words more
Except that my mind
Has shut down