Mr. Middle never mentioned
that in which was meddled;
Media made its magic mix-in
melting truth unsettled.
Babies by proportion
began to beggar 'round
bound for bounty, blessings,
beauty—bent to tear the town.
Treaties tied and tried and
broken trust tethered down,
tantalizing Mr. Middle's
muddled life-way found.
Smitten, soured, tunnel visioned,
shadows of a man—
A city son—Son of no-one;
Scratch this rhyme for him.