Silly man knows not the rules of the game
He is praying like a bird in a golden cage
How does he ask for impossible things?
Is happiness as expensive as a computer screen?
With precious stones, he makes travel bands
As pretty as air tickets to distant land
He travels in style, from New Jersey to Detroit
Running wild as if there are bombs during riots
He sells his wares, flaunting high and low
As loud as vase in the shopping window
Silly man loses his wages, his interest, oh!
Turns as blue as non paused radio
Muttering things that nobody can ever trace
Talkative as if he wants to win the race
If he won’t in time learn, he might as well rot
And die as lonely as old woman on cot
ps: In response to ‘The Original Simile’