Sometimes you can’t understand my art, Why? Because you think I am sad. I am not!
Take it off my face!
Take your stinking breath away from my fireplace!
What is it with you hogs?
You taint my past and darkened shadow!
You even shatter my silverware.
But still you are below me,
I have waged more than you can live to.
But your breath stinks.
It makes me wish and wish,
Like a beggar on a horse,something of the sort.
Anyhoo, you know nothing!
You and your hairy intentions, you know nothing!
Take it off!