We have figured it out wrong. Bustling on the roads, sipping our coffees, Smoking cigarettes, partying on weekends, Spending our money on things that don't matter, Like the new shoes, or Maybe the new Dress, The pretty girl with a fake accent is Busy, busy being anxious about her fashion choices, because well, she got it all figured wrong. Yet, she thinks she knows it all, while hidden insecurities, she believes her fake personality is top-notch. So many people in meaningless gibberish Wishing to stay updated with the world facts, to become so opinionated that they can interact about everything that exists, But what are these opinions for by-the-way, If the people you talk to, don't wish to talk to you anyway? And then, come those who wish to align with the world Fight for their society, or the well-being, Such that they are willing to take laws into their own hands, Use their provoking skills to thrash someone in a mob, who did maybe a wrong. This
With a Sweet Punch..