Lord Bugg

Good mourning

We’ve been expecting you

You’ve been lost for daze

But Google Maps couldn’t help

Because you don’t know where you are

You don’t know where you’re going

And your phone can’t find your location

Lost in a see of emotions

With no end in sight

Let me be your concierge

I can guide you through the lost

I know all the best spots

And all of the worst

Take my hand

You’ll need your crutches

You aren’t crippled yet

But you are on your way

On your way to despair

With no hope of repair

Good news is you won’t care

You can set your compass to me

The morning star