I have nodded along through my life.

Not knowing the language. The syntax. The punctuation.

Made me scared that if I asked

I would be stared at.

Which is worse than being laughed at.

Not knowing the language has been the theme of life

Thank god I have a good head on my shoulders.

I nod along.

Pop has been the bane of my existence

I cannot sing I do not get the music

I only nod along

I cannot carry the tune in my head

I only I know I don’t know

Thank god I have a good head on my shoulders. And no crick on my neck. I nod along.