You criticize our past what we once were
Melt memories in which I briefly bask
Till citizen and stranger can concur
Its what I need I so succinctly ask
Im like a mummer set on social mask
Youre like a model lent to stylish fad
Ill sigh to save Ill groan to take to task
Youll swear to shrink youll blurt the best you had
If greater good is compromise too bad
I want to keep you close Im stuck on fun
Your mood in brief is glum at length is glad
Ill gawk at gorgeous girls its cool to shun
You scarcely suffer just off colour sick
I match you much inclined to cut or crick
Chorus sick ailing ill
