john Lynch

You say that you rule, working on the bread line, regarding the fools, think you're so great, before other's demise, stop before it's too late, it’s making you cruel, regard what’s going on inside, the face of Mr Cool, once again, your eyes dance like fireflies, you’ll have your way, but a poor gruel, overcooks these lies, if it’s all you do, lost in this game, strike before the time, of who holds the reins, burnt out mules, may offer you insight, but what's a greater wisdom, than being kind?