Me and my chair

All I see, From the top of a heap , Is more garbage piled up believe me

If you go on like this, You'll see your end

Cause what you people do is just excrete waste my friend

With no knowledge on how utilize it, men, Always talk big but cannot comprehend

You think your rising, but actually you descend

You grow but mentally slow, you cant recycle hence

You require knowledge and this is yet a suspense

To you, a mystery unclear, but I see it clearly, The unclear mystery will kill you dear see

Half wit is bad, cause people dont accept it dear me

Once you get it, You'll never rock bottom

But forget it, me and my chair witness the same rotten

Being who is seeing but not observing, But all big talks they are the ones to concur in

Cause they love buttering, yet for the earth is nothing

Only dirty politics, that is cursing

us adversely, but me and my chair will see the catastrophe

Cause there aint no way you'll salvage any trophy.