The KLF

The world has regulations

by which we all abide.

These crazy aggravations

which hinder us inside.



They tell us to be quiet

as in the class we sit.

Freedom, they won't try it;

it makes me want to spit.



They tell us to stop playing

as if we're half our age.

Adults are always saying

the world is not my stage.



The world has too much structure,

too many stifling rules.

So I say I don't care and I ignore it.

And I don't feel like obeying

the rhythm or rhyme scheme

of this poem anymore.