The nonsence poem

In childhood fantasies, you were a superhero.,
Pumped up, slim and able to fly.
You saved this world from evil and hemorrhoids.
And think about where those adventures take.

Filled these run youth thirst -
Your group, the girls are beautiful, the star of the coven.
But the hangover Mature the courage to add my
And already being shot at the fake out scene.

Running away from the fact that life is harsh,
Conceived his plan, which overcomes all,
Removes in an instant hangover that have -
And the children will be fed and the wife will not cry.

But the heavy routine of reality
Shattered into pieces about the weakness of the spirit.
You're not blowing off any applause or regalia right now.
And looks more like a big sleepy fly.

No matter how off thy thoughts of flight -
Though the capital was led, though with a gun defending the homeland.
And the truth is, you only make your own feces and sweat.
Folding in the basket for washing the same dirty Laundry.In childhood fantasies, you were a superhero.,
Pumped up, slim and able to fly.
You saved this world from evil and hemorrhoids.
And think about where those adventures take.

Filled these run youth thirst -
Your group, the girls are beautiful, the star of the coven.
But the hangover Mature the courage to add my
And already being shot at the fake out scene.

Running away from the fact that life is harsh,
Conceived his plan, which overcomes all,
Removes in an instant hangover that have -
And the children will be fed and the wife will not cry.

But the heavy routine of reality
Shattered into pieces about the weakness of the spirit.
You're not blowing off any applause or regalia right now.
And looks more like a big sleepy fly.

No matter how off thy thoughts of flight -
Though the capital was led, though with a gun defending the homeland.
And the truth is, you only make your own feces and sweat.
Folding in the basket for washing the same dirty Laundry.