Long schooled by strangers.
Messaged through a ton ‘o papers.
Churned by professionals wrapped so tight.
Couldn’t peel their unhuman with a scraper.
Then they say: you know boy.
And they say: get go boy.
And you are so scared, ho boy!
But ya gotta keep up the show boy,
So you hold your burning stick and posse.
Thank you, friend.