It is different...
When those changes come.
Yes it's different...
When this doing is done.
It's so different...
It can overcome,
A mind that's left behind...
The many signs of these speeding times.
Dippy doodles think of others to be stupid.
And...
Dippy doodles keep stubborn attitudes.
And...
Dippy doodles do nothing else but snoop.
And hate to sit they do,
With lips shut to listen...
To comprehend a truth to pursue.
It is different...
When those changes come.
Yes it's different...
When this doing is done.
It's so different...
It can overcome,
A mind that's left behind...
The many signs of these speeding times.
Dippy doodles take the opposite position.
And...
Dippy doodles could care less who they refute.
And...
Dippy doodles are conditioned to suspect,
Anyone who rejects to predict...
Those who do this will not get rest.
They're dippy doodles thinking others to be stupid.
The ones with the keys...
They refute.
Dippy doodles take the opposite position.
And when they do,
They perceive...
Others will follow them too.
It is different...
When those changes come.
Yes it's different...
When this doing is done.
It's so different...
It can overcome,
A mind that's left behind...
The many signs of these speeding times,
Rushing to leave minds left blind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem