On To Clean Air

By Matt Freire

Where will you go there you are?
Want to loose yourself Can't got too far
What you want to be is what you choose
Is that what you pick I’m afraid you’ll loose

It’s funny how the gnat thinks he’s so great
Flying around my fruit invading my space
Why don’t you leave and leave me alone
Fly swatters out and that’s what I throw
So I missed you on my first time around
Why don’t you leave and get out of town
It was just a warning shot and you’d think you would learn
Now there no chance for this court to adjourn
So I grab the can of insecticide
And I spray the air you will soon die
You I gave you a chance I’m not this mean
But you forced me to dispose of a fiend

The gnat is the people that think there so bad
Like to make fun and sport all the fads
The fruit is like your personal bubble
You don’t invade it innless you’re looking for trouble
I don’t bombard your personal life
I stay away I try to be nice
You scratch my ear with some of your words
You think your cool you’re a talking terd
You know what I should do is box you up
Sell you on the internet for the quick buck
But I don’t think any one would want to buy
A talking terd that thinks he’s fly

You disgust me when will you learn
Stay at you play in line and wait your turn
Everyone will get there so just hold on
They will still be there unless they’re gone
Take yourself elsewhere

Insecticide I spray on the wall
I hope you lick it I watch you fall

Solution problem
Delusion