who cares

unrealities, more today
passing by through eyes or ears
repeating past, then future years
and so, who cares eh? anyway

the Everest of every street
climbing all of they who look
step on him and her, oh f**k
and never wanted them to meet

caricatures of good, so bad
they liven up the boredom, life
cutting through the dross with knife
and falling to the ground, so sad

taking the grip of those with hand
so few the falling takes it’s fee
this time it’s you, before was me
hurts so bad where’re you land

©2005 Hey Hey

dear hey hey
a true story oft repeated
nice to hear you after along gap
supani