Simple Steven

Simple Steven did as he was told,

He lived and dreamt like everyone,

That never sought to be bold,

Cause rebellion was not fun,

So Steven worn a blissful and stupid grin,

Like all the other society clones,

They all lived in fear of sin,

Like religiously righteous drones,

The one day Steven did die,

He fell dead on a busy street,

No one even batted an eye,

Though his gravestone did entreat,

Here lies the man, who thought,

Should I believe what I was a taught?