Morning:

Entered at ten and a quarter,

Cried at ten and a twenty;

“waiting for half an hour,

my pass book is no where;”

Passifying him satisfying him,

Make him blissful in and out

We sent him out.

Evening:

Waiting patiently at the queue

Hoping the ticket will be sure

Somebody rolled over us

With torned shirt and broken glass

“from the morning I am in theater

To get the ticket of the super star”

Made us to feel sorry he cried

Went inside and feel us tired

Who is that man turned and saw

The same man of the morning fight.