Photo credit: Erik Mclean
There are always some tricks up your sleeve,
leaving me puzzle, disturbing my dream;
“Work, work, work—you say!”
give, give, give— still low pay!
I don’t know what to think, how to be?”
“Should I be what you think I should be?
’cause u sure are smart: wittier than me!’
“I miss my love—who has left me!”
he thinks I dream too much,
“Get up from your slumber—your sleep!”
“I wonder who pay the price, you or me?”
Out of greed—u say I am!
so it seems: Well, darn right!
if its’ to save my family—my baby,
“come on—I will be mean!