Today I'm trading a book for a shovel
I'll have to wander out of my little hovel...

This is my time, be prepared for my rising
the time is over when everyone is sighing...

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
same poems no matter the longitude or latitude...

On the first date i thought it went well
it ended as the ringing of a church bell...

I can't justify your callous attitude to wards...
why do you neglect it, following your strife...

Once was boring, takes on a new sharp edge
my life begins now, taken out of my wedge...

Trickling down the gutter
so wet it makes you shutter...

We all walk down the aisle
close together, in single file...

Under the leadership of colonel shaw
they broke any preceding law...

Lock the door, so you cannot follow
I've bitten off more than can swallow...

I have a comparison I wish to make
so please listen for your own sake...

The wool is over your eyes
you'll not see the next surprise...