100 M Of Hurdles

I can hear my own stpes echoing in the woods -"Work is the essence of life!" We can't accept that it will stay there With me rubbing my hands against my temple And the laughing at something funny beyond To be oh so sarcastic doesn't work every hour Every hour of the year You fall off when the seat has been taken Like the rest of us, -"Be kind be real or get out of my sight" It's hard to carry those facts Especially when they're either fiction Or standardized moralities Like 100 meters of hurdles Have distance to the subject that matters Strangle common lies in case I'm not reciting from an already existing tragedy Catch me lying down, playing dead and buried Or dig me up when I'm really gone It's favourable when it lies But it's not like your wrestling partner You can't walk out and kick it down Like 100 meters of hurdles You'll have to shuffle small talk to pin it down I'm sarcastic and reply in that manner But I can't get to the point Why should the underdog, even take his brushes out When they already play duets from the western canon By Krishna and the west wind, there in something funny Beyond, something funny beyond