Don’t disturb my Penance

a poem by

Philosopher Krish

He wears that, you wear this
But for the person nothing is real
Why you two morons fight on this

You two are chemical balls
Breathing chemicals, eating biology and living physics
You two are from nothing and will never ever know anything
Why you two after all idiots of same class
Just eat, drink and die if not be merry
Just don’t fight on dress codes

Your noise is disturbing my sleep

You wear this, he wears that
Whatever you wear, you two still are morons