Why Is It Me?
When you think
That I’m staring off into space
I’m thinking
About space itself
How space and time interlock
How there is silence due
To ba failure to talk
And why is it me that they mock?
Because they will do anything
To make it harder
To readjust
Doesn’t it disgust; you
That there is nobody for you
To trust?
But pushing it down seems to be a must
You back you will bust
From bending over backwards
Yet they all want more
To settle the score
I might just give them all
What they’ve been pushing for
(2011)
