The Blithe, brown boy
Scrambling through bristling hissing hedge
To catch a falling, wanton kite.
The sweaty, sleepless teen
Dreaming romantic, kindly, sweet qualities
In fallen, wanton silver stars.
The college boy bunking class
To puff out rings of cloudy philosophy
To save the fallen, wanton world.
The man sitting behind the desk
Has drowned them all in a shiny, silver pool
To satiate the moral monster: Maturity