Why not go wild? Chuck up your job,

join a rock group, maybe the Mob,

walk out on wife, snort Coke, then head

to booze with beach bums on the Med.

Beg or borrow, or simply rob,

 

burn it on pleasure – be a thug, a yob,

strutting your stuff, with each heart-throb

breaking the rules – what rules? instead

                                   the wild!  Why not

 

cheat friends, spread lies, flatter, hobnob

with wealth, with power. Become a snob:

look down on those on whom you tread

and trick them for your daily bread,

laugh at their pain, ignore their sob –

                                   stay wild . . .  

Why not?




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