Whatever happened to the little red wagon?
The toy that made junior happy and industrious.
That he’d pile other toys in and wheel ’round the yard,
And he’d clean up his mess in and travel O so far.
But junior today has just a little grey tank.
For three year old war mongers we’ve society to thank.

Whatever happened to good old hide and seek?
That would keep all the kids merrily occupied all day
After searching when they’d find another’s secret place
And neighborhood kids would be friends and share their space.
But the kids of today band together in their gangs,
And for their own insecurity they have society to thank.

Whatever happened to all the toys of playfulness
The ones that helped junior develop useful skills;
That he’d play and he’d learn with, cultivate healthy attitudes with,
And share his toys and knowledge with the kids from all around.
But junior today has toy laser machine guns,
And the killers of tomorrow in today’s society have begun.

Whatever happened to the battle on the chessboard?
The game that taught junior to think much more logically.
That he and his dad would play for hours on end,
And he’d even play himself whenever boredom did set in.
But junior today plays his space invader games;
For his desire for destruction he has society to blame.

Whatever happened to youth’s jovial complacency?
The satisfaction with life that a child would always have.
The respect for his elders, for life and for knowledge
That came naturally to the child from his own decency.
But junior’s just produced by society today
And for the society of tomorrow we’ve got junior to blame.

Whatever happened to the little red wagon?
The toy that made junior happy and industrious.
That he’d pile other toys in and wheel ’round the yard,
And he’d clean up his mess in and travel O so far.
But junior today has just a little grey tank.
For three year old war mongers we’ve society to thank.

Whatever happened to good old hide and seek?
That would keep all the kids merrily occupied all day
After searching when they’d find another’s secret place
And neighborhood kids would be friends and share their space.
But the kids of today band together in their gangs,
And for their own insecurity they have society to thank.

Whatever happened to all the toys of playfulness
The ones that helped junior develop useful skills;
That he’d play and he’d learn with, cultivate healthy attitudes with,
And share his toys and knowledge with the kids from all around.
But junior today has toy laser machine guns,
And the killers of tomorrow in today’s society have begun.

Whatever happened to the battle on the chessboard?
The game that taught junior to think much more logically.
That he and his dad would play for hours on end,
And he’d even play himself whenever boredom did set in.
But junior today plays his space invader games;
For his desire for destruction he has society to blame.

Whatever happened to youth’s jovial complacency?
The satisfaction with life that a child would always have.
The respect for his elders, for life and for knowledge
That came naturally to the child from his own decency.
But junior’s just produced by society today
And for the society of tomorrow we’ve got junior to blame.

Born to it,
To live through it.
Dysthanasia:
A chosen path.

Only to live it,
Never to give it:
Dysthanasia:
A token path.

Life is just
Dysthanasia.

Melt my heart O youthful beauty,
That a tardy fool can ne’er say no;
Wherefore thou hast been such endowed,
Thy beauty doth reflect all known.

Golden locks were but cliche`
Thitherto I saw thy face;
Naught now can satiate my
Longing for thy firm embrace.

Embrace thy beauty to enchant my heart,
Such true longing ne’er shall weary
Of the sight of thy transcendant face,
As long as thou art with and near me.

Sure all the royalty of England past
Could feast their eyes on what I see
No sooner would their eyes be set
Than a Knight thou wouldst proclaime`d be.