when you're in danger;
use to act like a Texas ranger -
the dogs in the manger.
They don't realize you are the granger
of your own fate in your own manger.
And when the heat dies down
and you have completely drown,
the soil around you , you clown,
seems to be contaminated all around.
Depopulated streets are run-down,
nothing left, not a sound,
when you endeavour,
when you're frank always and ever,
they always disappoint you, whatsoever,
leaving you with a foot lever
to dig your own fate in a bound sever,
now, who is to be called the clever?
You may keep up with the Joneses, man,
fry your life in a saucepan
and leave nothing but a tin can
for the friends in need. Set your catamaran,
sail the deepest oceans, keep a secret plan,
be the master of your own van.
Choose on your own and decide,
in your nature so much Jekyll and Hyde -
is it better to put friends aside
when worries are gone and you can slide
forget about them when there's no need to confide
and out of the blue disappear in a tide.
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