I’m a Yankee Doodle Dandy.
And a deplorable. I’ve said things
Which a heavenly choir never sings.
When I’m calm and listening to Clair de Lune,
And the peace of the world sends mist around the moon,
You can see I am a peaceful member of the human race,
As here I sigh, and forget yours and my disgrace.
With the bad economy closing in,
We still consider the little things: the difference between a smile and a grin,
The difference between mania, jealousy and love, which now
Creates voids, and causes me to turn away from what you might allow
Me to do when you are in a good mood,
As you shoo me away for the sake of how it looks
To them, on the correct side, reading the right books,
A rhetoric memorized
For comfort, and their idea of paradise.