Cranky Frank

Cranky Frank, always mad at how the banks run

Angry Frank, speaking frankly, throwing tantrums

Tantamount to tantra, ran around the red sun

Anybody asking for a spanking, gonna have some

Franky went berserk, when he figured out his work

Got exploited by the loiterers who couldn’t see his work

Writing words on a page, for the birds, in a cage

Will he ever see the world bleeding first and enraged

Calm down boy, you’re a small town boy

If you ever get a job, you’ll be all frowns boy

What a small fry, toy, never fall for smile and joy

All the while, world is wild, better call me unemployed