That I Believed

You'll find the imposition of my will
On everything that everybody does
Is rather like a modicum of fuzz
On peaches: necessary, yes, but still –
People object. They ask what homemade swill
Must I be drinking, to have such a buzz
That I believed whatever crap it was
That I believed. Yes, I have drunk my fill.

But I believe that you have drunk as well,
And everyone else had a snootful, too,
Which helps explain this immature, frank zoo
We live in. You know, even where the smell
Was overwhelming, you watched how they fell
When no one paid attention to me. True?