I was patient.
Limits exist always.
What was I Supposed to do?
Sit around,
Wait for you?
Is patience still waiting?
Check the waiting room.
Patience is gone,
And so am I.
Bank of love
Invest all our assets into this,
Times are prosperous for us
While savings accounts, monetary, diminish,
The national economy struggles,
While our wealth flourishes.
Only time will tell
How this account ends,
Or if it even begins.
Junk
A paperweight,
Weighing down paper
Like the UN
Pompous people help no one
Completely blind to the fact
They are doing more harm than good.
Mcdonald's happy meal toys,
Trinkets interest is soon lost.
Garbage,
Basura,
Junk is the same,
Similar in different countries.
Broken bottles,
Paper scraps,
Shattered dreams,
They're all the same.
Most music is to be appreciated,
Country, "music" is a paradox
Countless creative ideas down the drain,
When confidence is lacking
Laziness results in worthlessness,
These people become wastes of skin.
When hacky-sacks are dangerous,
The institution is no longer tailored to the students.
