My intention's not to patronize and not to condescend
In fact, this often is my case, I'll readily contend
The trouble is portrayal of today's society
The toddler in a paper crown's not always royalty

So walk across from left to right or sometimes, right to left
A writer isn't special just because he feels bereft
Don't think that we're proceeding from horizon to foreground
The process may be fast but it hardly is profound

So hey, now, where'd you go?
Not like I need to ask
I travel in that same line
Between present and the past
So oh, no, why'd you go?
What was it that you saw?
How much did you deposit
And what did you withdraw?

The sickness of the masses are dellusions of grandeur
He who's called a nympho might be a mere voyeur
Words are awful pretty things that help us to apply
Words are awful pretty things that help us when we lie

Please keep some molds unbroken, even those out of their prime
You can't always have liquid; we need a mold sometimes
Sometimes the greatest beauty goes carelessly ignored
Who said we must be different if we want to be adored?