Who are you anyway, the smugness supreme
Your eyes and your brain filled with raspberry cream
Your lips and your tongue are piles of dung
Your face is a place of amazing disgrace.
Who did this to you? What have you become?
A vapid dope under society’s thumb?
You haven’t a clue what has happened to you
And you’ll never be clever enough to endeavor
To find out the answers before you are sunk
To the level of simple incontinent drunk.
If you’re understanding and not as demanding
You’ll find that your kind has its stars unaligned.