That song i knew
comes on loudly.
But i close my ears to
finish the chapter i'm on.
And that guy that i want
to be drives his moped
away with his english degree
and style and charisma.
And I can't recall what I just read.
For Who am I Who Am I
beats me
on and on
like the fly that cannot seem to leave
the right side of my head.
At least I'm enjoying my book
and my cold iced tea.
