The selfish smiling fool and the sullen frowning fool shall both be thought wise

Think
Like mountain climbing
or skiing in the alps
Think of it
I don't

It was a big fat February
Wet, the ugly pavement cracked
Pause, unsafe

I thought
Insect posse will be crushed
It was a bit of Code Selfish

There was not much going on
in the minds of the weak
They were unprepared to be torched
By lighter kleptomaniacs
So-called dangerous

There is mad
And there is bad
And there is sad
And there is bad and sad
Dangerous

And the meek shall inherit the mirth

They were big, panoramic
"Same again, sir?"
How can you have the same again?

But they say
Dangerous

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Writer(s): David Richard Bush, Mark Edward Smith, Stephen Hanley