Must you die interstate?
Why don’t you task for joy?
All morning you play with toy
Your noon you are smoking cigarette
Now what can you acquire with weak bones?
Nothing but only shame you owns
You wasted your time till sun set
Things are disorganized beyond reset
Here’s the morrow
You were told to work towards
Then no one hold you from moving forward
But you planned for thy soul, unbounded sorrow
Now, what will your children inherit?
Your foolishness or what?
You wasted your time, to plant hardship
For your upcoming innocent sheep.