There was a boy who had too many toys

And an ache inside of his bones

He sought extrication through chemical vocation

And now he answers to Jones



It's deadly and alluring

The sound of pounding heat

Enslaving all who dare succumb

To the temptations of the forbidden beat



Thinking today of what I want to say

Thinking of inhibition and vice

What they call straight I do relegate

As I cautiously saltate along



It thunders away at first light of each day

And the simpleton lifestyle evolves

But soon enters dusk as the last surrey rusts

And a new day, upon us, results