He taps on the table
As if that is supposed to speed me up
Or make me worry
I’m taking to long
To think about his stupid question
That truly doesn’t deserve a response.
Humans think because they put up a sign
It is some kind of authority
Or contains some kind of authority
Over all of us.
Found a nickle on the ground once
Then wondered if the IRS wanted a cut
Would I have to claim it as wages on my taxes?
Just in case, I threw it at a stranger
Then pointed my finger at someone else
When they turned around.
Your lights behind my multi colored car
Do nothing to me
Was there no other way
To keep order
Than to hand a man a gun
Then give him authority
To stop us from living our lives
Carrying on with the meaningless dribble
That seems to consume us in the lower class?
They tell me I cannot run in the hallway
So I run like hell every time I see the sign.
I’ve been told it is not socially acceptable
To pee on people’s cars
So it makes me want to do it so badly
I can hardly stand myself.
Defiance keeps me grounded
I don’t get lost in your ‘rules’
The way you do.