Yell

Please yell at me if I’ve done something wrong;
I want to be corrected, and with rancour
If you need to plumb the real depths, danker,
Less hospitable to dance and song.
The Devil prods you with the pitchfork prong
Just like the one used by his former banker,
Calling in the loans. You have no anchor,
Ethics, soundness. Did we wait too long?

If you believe that I’ve wasted my days
Pretending that the dark years of my youth
Were well spent, while I aged, weird and uncouth,
Raw and disdainful, in a moral haze,
If you believe I ought to change my ways,
Then raise your voice and make me see the truth.