Where Were You?

I think it is a fretful day when someone has to go away. You put your foot inside your snout and someone else will pull it out. Not in an effort to assist oh no because he may be pissed, not alcoholicly perhaps but, well you know those certain chaps. He points the finger after picking his nostrils and you hear it ticking. The bomb of ice from Lake Observe. You look and then you lose your nerve to put up with pathetic shit and then you know this must be it. Only one question does remain where were you when they brought the pain to that small country, so surrounded when desert devils duly hounded the people who had seen enough? Perhaps you were not really tough? I did not see you there, so sorry, today it is too late to worry.