Ask me about me

Ask me about me and I will tell you about me, ask me about me and I will satisfy your curiosity. You walk around the entire town looking for where destiny is bound, digging up the dirt and lifting up the young girl’s skirt, the young maiden in the kitchen don’t know where you have been, you play the game for so long and it is time that you answer directly to Uncle Sam The city council is going move you out of the town and dispatch you to where destiny is bound; you are a nuisance in the country and you are getting on top of everybody’s nerves, why do you have to have your way when the game is being played the other way, you and your accomplice have disrupted the status quo and buried the sentiment underneath the ground, you must remove the covers from the pilgrims head and continue digging until you find the dead. What do you want of me when I have given my soul for thee, I walk around with tension in my belly and gas bubbling in my stomach; I don’t have regulars meals and every day you talk about the art of the deal, you mess with the books and you change the language in the Pentateuch, the western people don’t understand it, but every Sunday they preach about it, and when the sermon is done they attack you in the sun. The Babylonian Gods from the East is stirring up the heat; this is not the ideal place to sleep. What else have you found? Have you heard about the men seducing the school aged girls in the town, for fired chicken and chips, coca cola and French kiss, there are some places that you should not go, and you must allow wisdom to grow, the knife is sharp, and you must leave that place before dark. Here I am this Sunday evening trying to give life some meaning, the road is getting empty, and the multitude is really unhappy, when you had a chance to stop this thing you continue to sing more hymn and your sluggish prayer could not stop the war and your stubborn sprit increase the brawl. You continue with your fake sermon in the church and for this reason you are going wallah in the dirt and prowl the street without shirt. You have deceived the innocent people for the gun and the holy bible. Sunday upon Sunday you make up noise disrupting the people in town in your senseless gown. Sunday is my best time and for five years you have been taking what is mine, you continue to disrupt the peace and rattling my heartbeat with your loud music and thunderous voice, and for this reason you will pay a painful sacrifice; you have been warned over and over and every Sunday you do it over. Ask me about me and stop going around the town gossiping about me, if you need information about me, just ask me and I will tell you everything that you need to know about me.