As Far As Conversations Go

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.

Miidong