On Growing Taller (2)
Lately I’ve been thinking,
that this world is slowly shrinking,
but maybe that is not the case at all.
Perhaps without me knowing,
I’ve been growing, growing, growing,
so now I’ve got to be…well…really tall.
Now because this world is smaller,
(or because I’ve gotten taller),
I see much further than I could before;
over bushes, over trees,
beyond the mountains and the seas,
which means that I can see a whole lot more.
This for certain is no blessing,
I’ll be frank – it’s quite depressing,
this world is not the happy place I thought.
I see the bankers in their lairs,
and evil little shits of every sort.
Grubby faces in the trough,
as they scoff and scoff and scoff,
and keep on scoffing more and more and more.
Now I’m tall I get the picture:
we work hard to make them richer,
while they work hard to make sure we stay poor.
So I don’t like this being taller,
I would rather be much smaller,
I wish I’d stayed that way…well wouldn’t you?
I was better off not knowing,
how the world was really going,
I wish I wasn’t tall I really do.