Gullibles Anonymous

Sometimes is a long time
Sometimes I don't trust him
Sometimes I can't look around
And now I thought I busted him

I want to cut
That gnarly glare
Tell me now
Or don't you dare

Is it true
Or is it false
The sorry so
The wind me waltz

I want to fight
That pretend stare
Verily, you mean, it's
Your diurnal fare

The land of his
Takes it over
The doubt of mine
To make me, pause

Sometimes it's a lie
When he says it's always fine
Sometimes it means never
And the day brings stormy weather.

Sometimes it's a lie
When I say I'm really fine.
Angry, exposed, exhausted
Not yet reposed

Because
There is no justice for the anonymous
And
There is no rest for the working.