Poezja

You walk around in your suits
Dust all over your boots
Silent but deadly
Bullets in the air is your medley

Hindsight better than mine
Snappy when the time is right
Each moment is ever more surreal
So at you`re feet I should kneel

So as I pretentiously stand before you
Shake my hand, I implore you
You don`t know how you`ve influenced me
You make me smile, you make me insouciance.