The Gods Must Be Crazy
They must be crazy,
Crazy spirits indeed,
Who come to men as deity,
Painted and decorated so funny.
They always predict to the extreme,
Or perhaps to infinity,
And all they want in return is money,
After they tie petals of daisy.
Empty hands opened for honey,
Deserted tongues left so lonely,
Silly jokers portrayed as holy,
Predicted issues left hazy.
They are gay when they see glory,
Fabricated in a success story,
Which captures the liberty,
Of the minds of the citizens.
They must be crazy,
For they even fear the cemetary,
Protected by nobody
The god's must be crazy.
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