Passing fear

They are coming again to bite me hard

Their teeth sharp and wide

I don’t know where to go, how to guard

Where to flee, how to hide.

They’re snatching food again from me

Pelting words and calling names

Teaching me lessons for free

In their insipid team and plastic games.

Hey there! Be a little kind and bold

Am a man whose age is sold

A little place with work’s all I ask

Like you I also have a home

It’s cosy, a little too warm
Am broke, so let me do my task.