A Trenchant Critique

You said that you finally heard the voices in my head

Or at least I think you did

I'm so easily confused, an inebriated fool

Who doesn't know his right from left or often right from wrong

Once said and I quote, I just read this thing that you wrote in college

A trenchant critique of anthropology

Being accepted as a social science

And not the art of educated observation

And all the things that we can learn about ourselves

In the context of someone else

Another vaguely remembers swimming naked with strangers

One summer night on that ill fated tour

Well, those were formative years

And maybe that's why I like to drink my beers warm

I like to take my pants off, I like a little ink on my girl

I always thought I'd end up owning my own boat before a home