Sorry son we had to cut a few corners
It has nothing to do with your performance
It’s just these trying times.
Your dream girl’s gone off to La La Land.
You wanted to follow but she’s already got her man
And who are you to stand in the face of true love?
Love, love, love, love, love
This place seems clean.
They learned how to hide the dusty stuff.
Another catastrophic failure. It’s alright.
Hang with me, see if we understand each other’s plight
I know it’s not much but I’ll do what I can.
I know I’m not much but I’m an honest man.
I know I can be overly dramatic, just how I deal with stress.
I get tired. It helps me rest at the day’s end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem