Some form of credible devotion

keeps me here from five to nine

I don't blame it nor berate a

drop of snow in the sea of sighs.


"Kid that scoreboard doesn't know you,"

you too, a wall controls you?

what a sight to see in person

we're alike and breathing air.


you'd think I'd feel after some days

but I've no waste to time ratio

I don't care about the spades

only aces, to then raise.


"Kid that scoreboard is misused,"

I too sir, I do muse

where's the cellar? take me there,

lay me and my bones with care.