Making No Sense

Young people cry,
old people die,
I just wonder why.
Babies are born,
men watch ****,
women are torn.
Some swallow,
soul is hollow,
I just wallow.
Read between lines,
always pay fines,
do it in the pines.
Think outside the box,
not all keys fit locks,
I'm more sly than a fox.
Breaking the chains,
everyone complains,
all that remains.
Met at the station,
in for the duration,
part of the creation.
Mind over matter,
thin over fatter,
brains always splatter.
Orlando and Dawn,
Hudson and Hawn,
is anybody really gone.
Food on table,
mentally unstable,
ready, willing and able.
Praying to God,
while laying sod,
two peas in a pod.
Football is gay,
Peyton better play,
Broncos all the way.
Nothing seems level,
born a rebel,
running with the devil.