21 April 2012
They package us up, In adults cloths, Send us away, To stay all day,
Where they squish, Our poor minds into box, And take away the key, To ever being free,
A decade and a bit has gone by, You are now a correct human, With you degree, But still you are not free.
You shuffle to your job, Never questioning why. You are perfectly fooled into modern-day life. A kid, a dog and a wife.
As for you kid, With a radical mind, They call him crazy, But at least he is free!
Perfect Little People • Opuss № I