The old daddy cool
Facing his dilemma
He still gives his
smile
As if nothing will
happen
The bulb flashes
He stays to smile
Walking straight
along
His life he thinks
it is the routine
The 32 charges on
his head
He never feels the
heat
He thinks it is a
joke on him
Falling from his
stairs
The old daddy cool
He still writes
furiously in his Facebook
Airing out his
tales
Many can’t believe
his stories
Yet the old daddy
cool
He thinks he is
great
Believing cash is king
It works its magic
for a while
Until he fell from
grace
The can of worms
crawling out
Shouting “Freedom!”
The knots have tied
him to his sins
The old daddy cool
He thinks he can
contribute
Writing his tales
and criticisms
Maybe he is in hallucination
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