The Policeman

The Policeman

The World
spinnin

Money story
for itself

You in
your dreams

Stroll along
unaware

The garden
outside

Attracts your
attention

You laze
for a
while

The horse
tracks racin

Machine comin
to the
fore

Eatin your
food away

A stab
in the
back

From the
policeman

You must
start spinnin

For the
big wheel

Ohh, what
a waste

Life of
a daily
farmer

You must
run away

To the
unknown

Caution: This might be all theory

Tags: , , , , , , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


%d bloggers like this: