Good day, ya fine wreck!
Well ain’t you just been blown to heck!

Look at you, you cosmic prism
Heart all locked up in a schism
Mind all closed up like a prison
Ain’t you just a piece of art!

Just bursting like a hive of bees!
With all this manic canned unease
Unmanned reactions, warring factions
Storing more and more in
glory’s holy story pouring out in dismal actions!

Well ain’t you just a human being…
Built with eyes, but not forseeing

And ain’t you just the coming age
of sadness, madness, lust and rage

Yes, ain’t you just a tiny cage
to hold the Beast called Life…

Living on the turning page
of a book you unknowingly write.