What time is it Mister Wolf?
There were no clocks.
No hands to point.
No days so one we could anoint.
Rich is better.
Poor be bad.
And if you cannot sing,
Be sad.
Blame your dad.
If he’s around.
If not, blame the dad they found
For you.
Be true.
Try to.
See you in this different light.
Way more bright.
Your delight
Is not yours, they produced it.
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