Dear Mr. Brown

Dear, dear Mr. Brown, I hope you're doing well Last I heard from you, you had found something you could sell To pay the operation bill so they could mend your heart I never thought that it would cost your home, but I should start to recognize That the idea of the world that I was taught Has diverted from the guiding morals, now that they are fraught With the same old malincentives that have bogged us down for years But the brakes have fallen off the train will rumble on, I fear Yesterday I met a man and to me he'd reveal How he'd fallen and been crushed while he was welding steel He told me that his boss had laid the onus onto him And now he breathes in fiberglass and pulls it with bare limbs The idea of the culture of this world that I was taught Has diverted from the guiding morals, now that they are fraught With the same old malincentives that have bogged us down for years But the brakes have fallen off the train will rumble on, I fear You may find it funny how the stories I've just told Appear to be so far removed from my own story's fold But Mr. Brown's old house was where I used to lay my head And the fiberglass in our lungs is the reason that we're fed The idea of the culture of this world that I was taught Has diverted from the guiding morals, now that they are fraught With the same old malincentives that have bogged us down for years But the brakes have fallen off the train will rumble on, I fear