Poem, maybe.

And don't forget, the men and women that we quote, revere, and dogmatize are still men and women.

When they arrive home in the evenings, they are harried by their spouses about their uncut hair, ill-kempt pants, and shabby shirts.

Listening to the daily gossip, they feign interest or ignorance. They still must take their pills, drink their liquor, ingest their tobacco, and do their business.

And after they've eaten their frozen whatnot and watched their reality slop on the TV, they head off to bed. And sleep is not easy. Sleep is the hardest of all.

They've awakened finally yet fitfully, tossing back deathly dreams, and it's time to face another day. Not dispirited, they go.