This morning I went out of my home
There is a piece of shit in a coat
with "台東寒單爺"
Should I say here comes shit OH YA!?
How much time did they waste? A lot.
How much do they have their IQ on sale? A lot.
How much money did they waste? A lot.
How much have their fames been drained? A lot.
How much do they like to imagine on their being chosen by Gods. A lot.
How much do the sucessful men hardly think they can control Gods. A lot.
Wait! Wait! Wait! Why do they often do so?
How much is it because they are losers in the society? A lot.
How much is it because they often wink at the reality? A lot.
Sucessful men always pay pains,
But they always blink at faiths.
They think they can rely on Gods,
so they can gain what they want.
Come on! Take a close look at me and them,
and you will know which live wihtout head.
Yo
I still can be processive,
so I shuold keep low-key.
But I can easily create, write and type.
What I need is a teacher havine me fly.
Able to teach me about the styles and formats,
Until I know them like the back of my hands.
And a tutor show me how to cantrol tones,
Until I am able to clasp this smooth ropes.
OK!
I think that is all.
It is time to end the ball.
Meow=w=