Stranded in a life in which your struggle
For acceptance is a never-ending chore,
Upbraided for your actions past and present
And rewarded for ideas
Of the future´s bright open door,
The henchman is the human analogue of
The suffering multitudes who like good
Dogs sit and lick for their reward,
So what good advice have I got for you to
Insure against your likely metamorphosis into this reprobate?
Don´t be a henchman,
Stand on your laurels do what no one else
Does and praise the good of other men
For good man´s sake,
And when everyone else in the world
Follows your lead (although a cold day in hell it will surely be),
That is when the entire world shall live in harmony...