THE JOKE

      

People yelling, people killing,

All of them always worrying.

But I know something, for the rich and broke.

The world; it's all just a joke!

 

People pretend to be kind and good,

Their reality; they just wish they could,

A green piece of paper makes them run around,

As I watch, unnoticed, from the background.

 

They love, they laugh, they hate and live,

But they only take; they rarely give.

Soon, darkness creeps in to stay,

Driving all the good memories away.

 

They try to be good; not to be a brat,

But they don't know they're just mice to a cat.

They act so sadly till they get their money,

But I know what's actually funny.

 

They think that I'm a madman, a weirdo,

But my position is high; theirs, forever low.

They're born in dread, life without meaning,

But mine is not, my red teeth gleaming.

 

I ain't killed nobody, I ain't no hound,

I just sit back and watch the show go around,

I know that I'm full, they'll always be half,

And as they crumble, I have a little laugh.