….Have crack babies come into power, one would think cause the bar is now set at our trousers, make a grown man yell yowzers, we working more hours, said the man as he cowers to darker powers, that’s now set high on top of towers, past any clouds or showers. It’s a new world but where’s Milton Berle, a sense of humor in place of this tumor, where’s my groomer, I should’ve been born sooner, when all the easy scores was locked behind doors, and angels had dirty faces, everyone knew their place’s, especially if they had darker faces. Confusion is bruising, can make one start using, and prematurely think they can start choosing.