What is on your mind?
The field and all that grows on it
And what of your books?
Let my bag and desk have them in mind
Young man ! that is rude.
So said the president of a dead nation .
Watch your tongue
Wow… can my teeth be it’s hands
Listen , you will never go far with mouth
But yours have taken you indeed far
Get out , go kneel in the sun
Under you meant ?
What is wrong with you today?
I am tired , I just want to die.
Hush there , not yet my child.