For The Sake Of The Children

   You blessed my saddled indulgence
   with an egg roll of lost improbabilities.

   You shook my spearmint flavored ideas
   with sound planetary nutritional

   It was easy to mix fondness into sweet
   pancaked bribes of economic benefits.

   But I couldn't go on to the end of life
   begging for enraptured stilts sculpted
   just to peer over ugliness.

   I had to curse with exalted fervor,
   so I could prosper from my pocket
   bending attitudes.

   I didn't want to smell pajama wearing
   bliss, nor did I want to ride a horse of

   I just wanted to lay my head down
   and wake up before I fell asleep.

                      Yorktown Disciple


This is a story about a little girl who wouldn't listen to her father. 

As she grew older she became more and more defiant.  She hung out with the wrong crowd.  She experimented with drugs.  She rebelled against all authority.  She received bad grades in school. 

She eventually dropped out.  Only to realize years later that she should have listened to her father. 

And father was tired of it all by then.  All he wanted to do was get some rest. 

Now I'm sure most of you who read this poem got this message.  It's not that hard to follow.  However, for some, it's like we have said before, do not try this stuff at home, especially when you're by yourself and there is no one to interpret. 

We hope you enjoyed this little epic.  We did.  In fact, we read it every day just to keep our spirits afloat.  You should also.  You will be the better for it.  Thanks for listening.
The Editors
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Pajama Wearing Bliss - Yorktown Disciple