Ollie

You say that you rule, working on the bread line, to regard all the fools, think you're so great, before other's demise, stop if it's too late, making you cruel, what’s going on inside, the face of miss Cool, look at me again, your eyes like fireflies, what will come your way, it's a poor gruel, that overlooks these lies, maybe all you can do, lost in this frame, strike within time, someone pulls your reins, burnt out mules, may offer you insight, but a greater wisdom, is being kind.