I want to fix the world and bring an end to war and want.
The truth is staring me in the face, I can do it and you can’t.
I left home today without eating porridge.
I ate from the tree of forbidden knowledge.
As I walked to the café I saw litter on the ground.
Sometimes I pick some up, it would make a mound.
I ordered a breakfast, it costs eight ninety-five.
I want to stay alive.
When will I get around to doing the things I want to and should do?
Would it incur your displeasure if I say the same to you?
11th September, 2017