Now Son, You Don’t Want

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

Clanless, Lawless, Homeless Is He Who Is In Love With Civil War, That Brutal Ferocious Thing.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'