Bricks are dirty lakes are dead
The family dog is mad
Baby brother's science beakers
Are all broken
Now the yard peacocks are all sad
Board games are boring
May they rot on the shelf
Big brother's at Columbia University
Quote unquote he's
Tanning beaver pelts
Subtle as a billboard o so refined
Smoking through my chimney
Burning up this life of mind
Free of hope
Free of the past
Thank you God of Nothing
I'm free at last
A chip on the shoulder usually means
There's wood up above
But no many at this shiny oblong table
Is very very fiberous
Picnic demographics
I'm scorched and cornfed
Leaning on the banister
I know it's just another 20 years of sweat
Making up his Milkdud mind
Gnawing on a Charleston Chew
Look inside his hothouse eyes
See his budding youth