A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench