Here's an old poem

I'm like a bird in a cage, with a pencil in my hand pressed to the page.
You tell us to be brave, bold, and even daring.
But how can you be fearless when they won't even be caring?

The high-road, the low-road.
It doesn't even matter..
You shouldn't judge a person because of their social ladder.

So come on down all of the old dead white dudes.
This very letter was created for you.

I wanna escape this mad penitentiary, but with the way life's going I think i'll try the next century.

We all have the kings and queens of population, making us all wish for our permanent vacations.

With their button down shirts, and their straight blue ties.


We never really had a chance.


Because all the other guys died.