November 2002

This chicken dance we walk through
Every time, the steps the same
More or less I've heard it all before
Will you get it when the song ends

Preaching to the stupid masses
So frustrated just to speak
A word of knowledge, words of wisdom
Wishing always to cast this ballast overboard

There's so much I have to teach you
How can I impart truth to liars
To the wretching angry child
I bring you a meal fit for a king

Some take it in; choose to thrive
on understanding your own world
Just don't look at me like that
And tell me I haven't taught you.