Its not like I’ve forgotten what I should do,
They see me sitting leisurely and–
think amongst themselves;
He’s out of work,
He’s left his job.
Ask us if you’d like to know!
We know him like backs of our palms.
Little do they know;
He has a lot of township stress to deal with,
Messy life to sort out.
Only if they took time and asked him;
What’s wrong with you?
Because if they think like most odd people do,
That’s when there’ll be peace around the world.
Now, all that they do is;
sucking their thumbs,
At least, its theirs and,
Yeah, that’s how all of them and,
their friends will try to reason.
I don’t know either,
I’m losing my very own focus to anger.
Maybe one day,
When they and I get to meet,
We’ll be old enough to reason,
than cooking all lies.