I’ll strike it if i don’t like itGive me a crowd and then we’ll have ourselves a riotI’m a monkey with a brick on my shoulder,And i’m getting bolderLet’s deny, and in vain,Let’s destroy and re-create a billion strainsAnd when the joke of poverty’s majority is upon usGrovel and decry our vanityDisgraced to face our own humanityIn a world that mocks our tragedyUnder-aware and impairedTerrified by nature’s fucking stareHear our voices significance behind our animal kin?On which we’re to defend such vanityIsolated with our own amenityEntangled by our cowled gravityDisgraced to face our own humanity