One minute you're smiling
next minute you're sadly profiling
Someone ask
how are you doing today
so you fabricate about
your misery and dismay
You answer and say
I'm just fine
where's the boos and wine
If you don't indulge
maybe some good food might
make your eyes bulge

Actually your brain is in limbo
You don't want to say
nothing bad nor good
and to you this is understood
Others might not understand
pushing you to up their demand

Sometimes in a bad mood
it's best to stay at home
cause this world is worse than Rome
Others appearing in a daze
may have stupid ugly ways
Two wrongs don't make a right
sometimes fools want to fight
which may not be a vision
in your sight
but you tell them to go fly a kite
resisting stupid with all your might
however you still slip slight

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