Sir X Poem by Chris Leermakers

My Existence is truly enigmatic
I can't work it all out
Why i'm here
What's it all about
Take dreams for example
Our Minds Twisted
Our souls, who's to know
And though we are retarded
I wonder if they'll show
So many things unknown
Influences vast and few
The seeds have been sewn
Intoxicate with you
But No, It's in our blood
In one day
Explain the crude
dna

Oh, how do you know
I mean, are you sure
Which way to go
Oh mr., how do you know
The bureaucrats
They're little mice
Like little weeds
Fighting lice
Oh well, they come and go
Making a name
On with the show

And in the end
They still Pretend
In order to score
A little more
Save me some
Sir X

I think i'll come
Madam Sex
What's it all about'
Can you work it out
Questions here and there
Solutions everywhere
So we want to look
I think i'll read a book

I do not want to look
Instead i'll read a book
What's it all about
Can you work it out
Questions here and there
Solutions everywhere...