Contagious Statesman

Too young to leap Too old to dream He bears nobody to ponder But musters a blissful insight A freelance in a broad daylight Though, faceless when Emerged Chanting hilariously at people who stared Even though time has weared away his pride You seldom hear him cry With head buried in the sky; he lingers on carrying ample of unquestionable cruds And when he smiles, he raised his noxious lips slantly Revealing the cynically coloured teeth to his scurring espionage Nevertheless getting glibs from retinue of seeming retards All around the suburbs