He lived his days by someone's rules, <br />He broke his hands, became the tool. <br />He played the game with life at stake. <br />He won. He made a great mistake. <br /> <br />Life is action, <br />Don't surrender <br />When the heartlessness decides <br />Who are fighters and defenders <br />On the different inner side. <br /> <br />Some beer in front of his laptop. <br />A dirty room. A part-time job <br />To make his living for one ass. <br />You think you'd ever mourn his death? <br /> <br />Life is action, <br />Don't surrender <br />When the heartlessness decides <br />Who are fighters and defenders <br />On the different inner side. <br /> <br />And who's the next? It may be you, <br />A gloomy 'yes, Sir' crowd's man! <br />My song is harsh, but hey, it's true. <br />You can't agree - the conscious can.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gloomy-crowd-s-man/
