A child chased a fantasynAnd barked his boyhood battle criesnThrough a cemeterynOf cubicles and bloodshot eyesnA businessman rebuked the childnFor whimsical behaviornIronically, The Corporate CorpsenWas chastising it's savior.nnThe child chokednThe Corporate CorpsenWith words of waning ivelihoodnThe corpse then coughed up dormant dreamsnThat flourished in its childhoodnDreams that were ostracizednBy notions of realitynDreams too easily replacednBy routing practicality.nnThe Warrior Child rebuked the courpsenFor drowning in a lienAnd allowing social patternsnTo leash it with a tienThe Child left The Corporate CorpsenTo swallow all his wordsnThe Corpse then yearned to livenAnd leave the corporate herds.