you moving in the pattern of the damned

slowly holding no hope

possessing no guilt

with no dreams of peace

with no peace of dreams

you will allow me to have

that I might be

in this the land

of economic necessity

i will not be neglected

you will teach me well

that i may correctly spell

and in all things excel

then selected and finally elected

and when i am taught all you please

i will come to share in your disease

but i will not follow your path

i will sustain you wrath

have a beer take a bath

and wait for the aftermath