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Youth is the season of revolt at twenty five	A
We curse the reigning politicians	B
Wondering that any man alive	A
Stands for such damnable conditions	B
Whatever is to us is wrong	C
In economics life religion art	D
The crowned old laureates of song	C
Are pikers and accepted sages	E
Appear devoid of intellect and heart	D
Continually the ego in us rages	E
Our sense of universal rank injustice	F
Swells till it's like to bust us	G
We love to see ourselves as outcast goats	H
Browsing at basement tobbledotes	H
The while we forge the mordant bolt	I
That is to give society its jolt	I
And any man who wears two eyes upon his face	H
Contentedly and unashamed	J
And glories in the pose	H
And makes a virtue of his having just one nose	H
We curse as dull conventional and tamed	J
And commonplace	H
Thirty finds us a trigle sobered with a doubt	K
Whether we'll turn the cosmos inside out	K
Reform the earth regild the moon	L
And make the Pleiads sing a modern tune	L
Some of the classics are not bores we think	M
And barbers have their uses	H
We grow more choice in what we eat and drink	M
Less angry at abuses	H
We work a little harder want more pay	N
Grab on to better jobs	H
And learn to make excuses	H
For certain individuals erstwhile condemned as snobs	H
We do not worry nine hours every day	N
because the world in its traditional crool way	N
Continues to roll calmly on and crush	O
The worthier myriads into bloody mush	O
And yet at thirty on the whole	P
If analyzed we still would show a trace of soul	P
At forty well you know	Q
Chins bank accounts and stomachs start to grow	Q
The world's still wrong in spite of all we've tried	R
To do for it and we're no longer broken hearted	S
We sit on it and ride	R
We're willing now to let the darned thing slide	R
Along in just about the way it stated	S
Of course we're anxious for reforms	H
And all that sort of stuff	T
Unless they cause too many economic storms	H
But really on the whole it's well enough	T
We hold by standards rules and norms	H
But when I'm eighty I intend	U
To turn a fool again for twenty years or so	Q
Go back to being twenty five	A
Drop cautions and conventions join some little group	V
Fantastically rebel and alive	A
And resolute from soup	V
To nuts I'll reimburse myself	W
For all the freak stuff that I've had to keep upon the shelf	W
Indulge my crochets be the friend of man	X
And pull the thoughts I've always had to can	X
I'm looking forward to a rough rebellous unrespectable old age	Y
Kicking the world uphill	Z
With laughter shrill	Z
And squeals of high pitched throaty rage	Y

Don Marquis

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