All those fine Young Men

ALL THOSE FINE YOUNG MEN

From The Rhymes of a Rustic Boy

IS IT FAIR TO QUESTION HERE WHAT IT IS THAT TAKES THEM THERE.

WHAT DO I KNOW?

JUST THAT I HAVE GOT A CHOICE

I AM A MAN WITH MY OWN VOICE

THANK GOD THAT I CAN SCREAM AND SHOUT

SO CAN YOU BOYS, LET IT OUT, SCREAM AND SHOUT BOYS

LET IT OUT.

WHAT’S THE WORST THING THAT CAN HAPPEN?

“THEY’LL” SAY “HE’S GONE A SMALL BIT MAD”

WELL FUCK EM!!

IS THAT SO BAD?

AT LEAST THEY’LL KNOW BOYS THAT YOU’RE SUFFERING.

LET- THEM- KNOW- THAT –YOU- ARE- SUFFERING.

THERE’S LOTS OF HELP BOYS LOTS FOR HELP.

I TALKED AWAY, I’M HERE TODAY.

FINE YOUNG MEN THEN CRY FOR HELP, CRY AWAY,

BREAK THE SPELL

WHAT THE HELL,

DON’T TURN AWAY BOYS, TALK AWAY,

BEGIN TODAY BOYS ,PLEASE BEGIN,

……’CAUSE BEING SOFT IS NOT A SIN.

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