Preamble

The pursuit of happiness
And the happiness of pursuit
Are not the same
And though each amuse
They're often confused--
They are quite different games.
And though the song says
You can't always get what you want
Truer yet
You can't always want what you get.

The laws of love
Are understood but unspoken.
Rules, like hearts
Are meant to be broken.
But it's hard
To be the guard
When the prisoner is you.
Whether or not
It's constitutional
My constitution can't take it--
This cell was built for two.

It's time for revolution
A bloodless coup d'etat.
Empty the jails
And pass around the hat.
Put some esprit de corps
In your habeas corpus,
Banish all shame
There's no recourse in remorse.
Dance til dawn
With the righteous and the whores
Lay down your arms
And I'll lay down in yours.
Surrender
To your gender
And always remember
Smokey's great line:
Ain't no exception to the rule
Everybody plays the fool
Sometimes.