Daniel Two

You ask me what's new, never one to help the poor, always smart on cue, you wouldn’t say please, confined to any wall, an innate sense of ease, fools are there to queue, waiting by the doors, you’d bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, hardly make you pause, when you hear the screams, no one can bust through, hand you out some chores, make you sweat anew, you know where you've been, with your filthy tours, will you ever bleed, you’re not my glue, dancing like some commodore, your head full of tunes, checking out the score.