I say to hell with
The language barrier, we
All know how to kiss.

Suburban drivers
Headed for Monday duty,
Facing the March sun.

Clearly my duty,
To care for all these people
But, man I’m tired.

When the cards grow cold,
And your gamble is a wreck,
Reshuffle the deck.

Don’t try to train me
Let me be enough for once
Just as I am now.