To Parter

And all the sailors who were junkies, all

They all went sailing out to sea

And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys

And they all died high up in the trees

And all the teachers who were flunkies, now

They all taught you and me

And the goddamned white men still selling quaaludes to the monkeys

And they're all, you and me, dying high up in the trees