What do you call me?
A snobby little liar,
When you walk blind ,
What do you call me?
"unknown" -dear Sire,
Oh! You one of a kind.
Grace me with your thoughts,
Spare me your presence,
Oh! You live in the past tense,
A stink that falls along,
Firing all but a few shots ,
Even when you are wrong.
For you play the game,
A powerful one - pretend,
As if the wind had blown,
All and everything-
Ludicrous,forgotten in a second.
But I wait for the clock ,
As it will strike my wait,
Everyone gets their share -you say,
And so I gladly believe-
That there shall be a disastrous end,
To your funny game of pretend!