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
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2020
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