The horrible, painful experience that was his life
Summed up with multisyllabic words like a Swiss pocketknife
There was something about having fun at another's expense
That engulfed him in guilt and other self-inflicted strife
Personal turmoil long-lost counterfoil sugar-coated snakeoil
He had time now to indulge in his whimsey
He'd publish them all no matter how flimsy
Lecturing about poison pens to the secretary of defense
Maybe even find a way to sneak in djibouti
Razor blades hand grenades transparent masquerades
All the elements necessary for getting along with others
Teachers insisting they all sing in harmony like the Everly brothers
As if by encouraging peace they were assuaging a need for penitence
For imaging violence against their angry fathers and absent mothers
Dark purple shadows vegetarian commandos coloratura sopranos
That girl he only knew by her street name Ton 'o Lovin' Brenda
Looked like a friendly overfed rat but lived her own agenda
What she lacked in education she made up for in common sense
She couldn't care less what others thought didn't keep a corrigenda
Sometimes drunken mimes quietly whisper sober rhymes
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