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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