Wednesday, October 24, 2018

he thinks he's in the air


He thinks he’s in the air
He can fly everywhere
He pays no heed to his cases
He thinks he lives in dream land

The nails have hammered in
The nail heads can be seen
He can’t wriggle it away
He has to face the truth in his life

Yet he still spins his tales
The spins of lies never end
Maybe he wants to show he’s crazy
So, he spends his time in Happiness Hospital

The charges are still coming
The hunters will pick up his trails
Though he can put blame but himself
He finds no credibility in his pursuit

MO1 still sings his blues
Blowing his trumpet to knock the walls
But nobody wants to hear his singing
He can sing for his meals

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