laugh at me

four of ten.

You may laugh at me,
I don’t really mind

Whatever you wish to say to me,
I simply don’t have the time.

So, please, record your snickering,
And write down your complaints.

And maybe I’ll get back to you one day,
Before you relocate

For I can see your future home,
My, it looks so dim,

I suppose I forgot to tell you,
You’re living in the din.

Living in the city,
That’s sure to be your end.

Sleeping in the gutter, with nothing but a rag.
Maybe you ought to burn your complaints,

To keep you warm tonight instead?