My Benefactor

Please, Mr. Civil Leader, rule my life I don’t know how to take care of myself Limit my offspring, choose my wife Write me a pamphlet explaining my health I can’t wait to hear from my benefactor I’m not too capable -- a small IQ No manners or etiquette, an unrefined taste I’m searching for guidance and waiting for cues All those bills from college were clearly a waste I been so evil to my fellow man From the fall from Paradise to Auschwitz-Birkenau I rubbed his nose in it the best I can I’m ready for rehab -- show me how Show me the latest of your Utopias Teach me, oh wise king, to think and feel I sure hope there’s a place for cretins like us Don’t make us angry or we’ll storm the Bastille! I can’t wait to hear from our benefactors