Openly he says: Sir, when I grow up
I want to be fine man, someone like you.
Secretly he says: You old fool, I’ll join
a gang like Apple-jackers or Navarones
and if we catch you in the street
we will break all your bones.
You say you teach me about life
but you don’t know that life is strife
between mother and father.
Life is nothing to eat when morning comes;
life is no money to buy books and uniforms;
No this, no that, no taking part
in so many things you say make life.
Life is a drunk father on payday,
and mother with her feller on Saturday.
Life is sickness and no cash for doctor.
What you teach as life is just a fairy tale
- Anson Gonzalez