Bricks are dirty lakes are dead   The family dog is mad   Baby brother's science beakers   Are all broken   Now the yard peacocks are all sad   Board games are boring   May they rot on the shelf   Big brother's at Columbia University   Quote unquote he's   Tanning beaver pelts   Subtle as a billboard o so refined   Smoking through my chimney   Burning up this life of mind   Free of hope   Free of the past   Thank you God of Nothing   I'm free at last   A chip on the shoulder usually means   There's wood up above   But no many at this shiny oblong table   Is very very fiberous   Picnic demographics   I'm scorched and cornfed   Leaning on the banister   I know it's just another 20 years of sweat   Making up his Milkdud mind   Gnawing on a Charleston Chew   Look inside his hothouse eyes   See his budding youth