When in Rome

When in Rome
The Pope raises its hands
Praising like some
Puppet made of sand

Your eyes give a wink
And we want to go
This guy make us think
That we might say no

To the boring side
Of a life following rules
We prefer high tides
And be seen as fools

When in Rome, we do
Like the humans do
And we go and love
On life's heating stove

18/06/2015