Sour Grapes
Everything I ever knew was wrong,
Taught to trace such lifeless shapes.
All I ever did was go along.
Learned to kill singing a patriotic song,
a man brought down to the apes.
Everything I ever knew was wrong.
Just another one within the throng,
fed full on their sour grapes.
All I ever did was go along.
Always had to rush along,
plundered minds of bureaucratic rapes.
Everything I ever knew was wrong
Had to hide myself to get along,
always wondering why no one escapes.
All I ever did was go along.
Sobbingly I sing this drinking song,
pressed from their sour grapes.
Everything I ever knew was wrong,
All I ever did was go along.
© C.I. Abramson, 2004