Wear your toupee with a wish youth stays.
Handle all your business from May 'til December.
Pray reality you pay for never fades.
Since so many like you can't accept what's true.
Put down those whines you find time pining,
And moans that your groan.
Whatever you thought would be happening,
Ain't happenin' no 'mo'!
Put down those whines you find time pining,
And moans that your groan.
Whatever you thought would be happening,
Ain't happenin' no 'mo'!
Wear your toupee with a wish youth stays.
Handle all your business from May 'til December.
Pray reality you pay for never fades.
Since so many like you can't accept what's true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem