refuse me

From all the turmoil in the world
 
With just one thing I am concerned,
 
To have only piece of mind
 
And think only on one kind,
 
kinds of thoughts that make me laugh
 
like to watch my photograph,
 
it’s a bat or it’s a man
 
he should be closed up in a den,
 
the only thing I got so good
 
that maybe can be understood,
 
is the writing of the rhymes
 
about the beauty of the times,
 
I am sorry to cause you trouble
 
You’re not drunk an seeing double,
 
because the dullness of my face
 
you refuse my interface.