Sing a sad song for the Simple Simon
Who finds solace in substitutes.
Sing a spiteful song for the easy high, man
Sought by the junkie Simple Simon.
Sing an angry song for the chemical pieman
Who sells the stuff
That stews the brain
That kills the pain
Of facing the self of Simple Simon.
Sing a vengeful song to the Greedy Simons
Whose privilege relies on easy highs
Of Simons not worth spending a dime on,
Whose son goes to Harvard, daughter to Vassar:
Who knows how to spell antimacassar.
Sing a worried song for the Earnest Simon
Hot on the trail of said chemical pieman,
Who patiently spends untold hours of time in
Wading the slime of petty crime then
Catches and pens the chemical piemen
But never gets close to Greedy Simon,
Safe and secure and social climbing
With congress and clergy at cocktail time and
who shake heads—oh, my—at the moral climate
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