He’s a real no-brain man, Born of an orange hairstyled clan, Making all his nowhere plans For an empire.
Hasn’t got an honest view, Knows not where he’s going to; He isn’t a bit like you and me.
No-brain man, please listen— You don’t know what you’re missing. No-brain man, the world was at your command.
He’s as blind as he can be, Just wants to take what he sees; No-brain man, can you see me at all?
He must worry. There’s no time, so hurry— Leave it all, ‘Cause no one’s gonna lend a hand.’
He’s a real nowhere man, Sitting in his Empire land, Making all his nowhere plans for his empire;
Making all his no-brain plans for the big bosses; Making all his no-brain plans Against us nobodies.
Hassl
This poem is an adaptation of the Beatles song nowhere man, composed by songwriters Paul Mccartney / John Lennon. This is the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8scSwaKbE64