Hereís the main entrance. But hereís what:
Persuade me - Iíd rather die.
I enter through the back-entrance,
And exit through the windows.
Iím not bothering anyone,
But last night while I was warm -
(Even though I could be worse)
I got insulted tremendously.
And spitting in the tipsy snout,
And wrapping a curtain around my face,
I came out right through the glass
To the embrace of the policeman.
And as I was so ambitious,
I was taken to the station,
And I was bleeding furiously,
Famous throughout the nation.
And punished with Fists,
And trampled with feet,
I was given a huge fine
For committing a wicked crime.
And then, all in bandages,
Being unjustfully punished,
Some little cordial boys
Let me sleep on a couch.
When I woke up - it was still dark.
I had time to relax and to sleep.
I got up and headed for a window,
And there were steel bars on it.
And I was all patented,
Prepared to face everything -
Those sad steel bars
Threw me into an abyss of despair.
And in the morning - believe me if you want -
I got up, shaking from weakness,
And exited through the door. I exited through a door!
Since then I lack the confidence.
The world is silent and windless.
Thereís purity and symmetry.
My soul is filled with filth,
And I live so unhappily.