Why does a train have to keep track?
Why is not a pin instead of heart attack?
Why doesn’t the wine act like jello?
Why isn’t everyone calm & mellow?
The questions surely abound
Even so, don’t make a sound
Just smile & play along
No need to point fingers of ‘who’s wrong’
Before you know it, you’ll be there
It might not be righteous, it might not be fair
But if you caused no ruckus
You’ll never, ever fuck us
And that may be a blessing
For whatever you were messing