Well, perhaps not. Oh, you’ll have your little roar,
And you’ll get a brief glimpse of life as a man,
But, just as quickly, you’ll be just like before,
Befuddled on your couch, right where you began,
And, besides, you wanted to watch the ballgame
Or that George Jefferson—Shut yo ass, Weezy!—
So, the moment shall pass. You’ll be just the same;
Change—like truly living—is never easy,
And what is left to aspire to but ease?
Shout exhortations from the rooftops? They’ll just
Shut the windows and Turn up the volume, please,
Remote and cold beer in hand until they’re dust.
I have prattled on enough—indeed, too long
And it’s likely history shall prove me wrong.