I once was young 
   and someone's son
And I was one
   to try and sing
      the songs
         that preachers
            preached
And teachers
   threw
And bosses
   drew from current books
      and play
Like records
In the board rooms
   of decision
      games
         which plodded
Bored with dull
And lifeless
   shame engendered
      claims
Of shepherds
With their flocks
And licking clocks
That bind the flesh
With fresh
   insanity

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr