For office, my life?
My daughter and wife
Mother and father, the struggle and strife
For freedom and things
Like medals and rings
For the records and specters
Jesters and blessers
My brothers and sisters
Misses and misters
The losers and victors
Were the captors and shippers
In the jungle the beasts
Leap and pounce at our feet
As we run and bleat like some sheep
I'm running from my past
Why do you ask?