He's A Jolly Good Fellow

		There's an old man
			called the Hun.
				Tied to the generation gap.

		A stinging bee
			stuck in the hive wax
				blind faith
					on his knees
						worshipping the money alter.

		Never knowing or talking with others
			believing second hand rumors.

		What reflects in the mirror
			puts food on his table.

		He has no time to be himself.
			Just time to gripe
				and wear puppet strings.