Is it wrong to want more out of this life?
Sugar is sweet and yet something's missing.
I dream but for my pipedreams to come true
time must bend backwards like a young gymnast.
Wicked time burns both ends of the candle,
read my lips, age will tax my soul with bush
old and grey as a whistle test, doormen
nod off to my poems, never do old
greys whistle after listening to tunes
twice heard, twinkle, twinkle, wish on a star,
on a meteor crashing down to earth.
When I wish upon a star, a cricket
answers with chirping sounds, by Jiminy,
never will I ride a motorcycle,
to own my own house, protect my family.
Maybe I should just be happy, content,
observing the world as I do, watching
reality pass me by, an old man,
expectations stifled while you grow rich.
Only wisdom doesn't pay the house bills,
under the weight of past credit card debts,
the planets have to align perfectly,
or, who do I have to kill to enjoy
fucking over the world with a vengeance?
This life is meaningless without the nine,
how do I know about execution
in the State of Qin of Shang Yang, back when
scholars of Legalism allow death,
liquidation of whole families as truth
in judgment and punishment of others
for acts of treason contrived by rulers,
extermination of nine relations.
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