Bad Habit
I'm still alive cos living’s my bad habit
And like a bird is used to feel the saving sky
I’m used to live on autopilot so won’t rub it
With multiplying the essential reasons why
But disappointment gets too huge to handle
Got to bargain myself a little beggar mind
To think more highly of the immigration ramble
As if I’m going something worth to find
The owners of the world are getting funny
Prescribing me the way of life that suits
Their plans to know how well I spend my money
How deeply I respect some nation’s roots
To meet their needs, I’m into consolations
I’m on the sunny side of every street and lane
Let’s make a deal, I’ll spread your cheap sensations
If you help me that beggar mindset to attain.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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