For a man who cares so much, I care so little
I could flee the earth today, and be just tickled
Cause I know the world's affairs
Would play out right on cue
Every evil and good man would claim their due
And it's not that I don't love or I am harsh
But I am weighed down by the days
Like I am stranded in a marsh
Up to my naked neck in mud, in need of wash
Every crocodile and swan is stuck here, too
For a man who loves the young, I hate the old
For the latter are so fickle, often cold
And my tolerance for chaos
In the face of God's good Grace
Makes me tire of the demons and the saints
As a Child who loves the old, I hate the Young
Brazen and self-righteous, full of Cum
Unaware of unawareness
They make rash decisions, careless
And yet are ready for another shot of Rum
'Case you thought that I was off the hook
Like some dumpy guy in the back, here, reading a book
You may be surprised to see, that the worst critique's on me
Cause I'm really just the worst of the whole bunch
and Many in the town say I'm out to lunch
