We will find the dat when we fall over
To toss ’bout like a turtle on its back.
The pedestrians will stop and gander,
Taking away the dignity that we lack.
Will they hear the beg for a helping hand,
Or will they look for a viral picture
That will help them sell their personal brand
Because they wandered on our exposure?
Do they not understand they will be here
In this sad compromising position
After they start collecting all their years,
Diving in their own foolish transgression?
They will never look up to the top shelf
Because that goes against their honest self.