It’s Hard Out Here For A Human
Irony and hubris Took their baby Flabbergasted along; To the Oscars 1 starry, sorry, Night! They were going to cackle and grin, about the spin Put in, Cause They won for Oscars best song...
Because as we all know It’s hard out here for a P.... You get my point.
It’s hard out here to get clued in, If you’re even remotely human. It seems like you can take your life in your hands. If you say good morning To a mister, madam, or Maam. They clinch up like a clam, Can’t figure out your agenda. Damn! The selfishness, The avarice, The pettiness, Go on and on. With the scheme and the con.
I have no solutions or word’s of wise wisdom, That’s gonna change the world In the next Couple of verses. I’m not instigating any Blessings or curses. But let’s find our villagers and tribal people, Who don’t like the mud pits but Rather be up in the steeple. Getting that fresh air. And looking Forward to Another clear blue sunny day. As far as the eyes Can’t see...
Peaceful paradise, people!
