Eleven
LES CLAYPOOL, REID L. III LALONDE, TIMOTHY W. ALEXANDER
I just can't seem to blend
Into society
I have no hope for this dim
Simplicity of law and order
By whose rules I see no rhyme in
The reason
I hold no hope for this holy treason
Of love and so soft
By whose standards
They tell me, they tell me
Who are they, who is they