I spend my time
Dancing for the blind
I sing for the deaf
Listen to the mute
Steal from the poor
Give to the affluent
Offer myself to whores
And get rejected
More and more

I would light myself on fire
Throw babies on the sacrificial pyre
Tie on a black armband
Shovel my head in the sand
Sow the earth with a spade
Drink the cool-aid
Take a bullet
Or shoot it
If my best shot could be heard
Round the world

But my loudest roars
Engender only louder snores
Open festering sores
Or pester
Or bore
So I save myself a scratchy throat
Dig around myself a moat
With no bridge across and out
Meditate, masturbate, masticate
Live on moss and trout
Fished from the seabed I dug
On which I will one day sleep
Cozy and snug
In the deep

My remains will seep
Into the water mains
Turned from fodder to drinking water
Contaminate the town
Bottled up and shipped around
My taste rotten
From which more rotten mouths
Will be begotten
When everyone will drink
From my cool-aid sink