Paddy

You look like you rule, waiting on the bread line, regarding the fools, you think you're great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, does it make you cruel, what’s going on inside, such a face Mr Cool, yet once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your say, it’s a poor gruel, these overcooked lies, is this all you do, here in this game, a race for your life, who holds the reins, a burnt out mule, may offer you hindsight, but there is no tool, to asking why?