The world is old

Jesus walked on water,
we walk on flooded streets
burst pipes and s**t.

Speeding to work i wrote
this poem on four wheels,

had patience with the rhyme
like the girl made love to
for the first time.

My world wasnt designed
by men like Einstein,
i just woke up feeling
sharp as a knife,
then spent the whole day
passing blunt remarks.

-The Tenth Man