Surely there are others in the sky.
Poorly can we seem by the eye.

How could be be the first?
How could it get any worse?

Stranger yet; we are the last.
All other life now in the past

Mind every atom you create.
Now that you know we're all at stake.

They claim I speak too quickly
But they listen too slowly

Show me where I am wrong
Perhaps you'll preach it in a song
Or write advice as a prose
And sign it with a scent of rose

Run it till your legs go numb
Like an infant ***** her thumb
Shout it till your throat goes dry
As a bug flies in your eye

I began to learn of me
On the bottom of the sea
But now it is the time of grass
A sight into Earth's looking glass.

I want to show a part of me
But it's not something you can see
It comes in ones, not twos, or threes
Imagine words are the sounds of keys

Each unlocks a woeful place
A hidden monster with no face
He will lurk: your thoughts he'll take
And drag you to his abstruse base

Here is where nightmares come true
Here all evil follows through
And it exists here just for you
So there is **** all you can do.

Words sting like bees
And grow on trees
And fall as drops
Rain on roof tops
They kiss like sun
And weigh a ton
But smell of lilies
And sound quite silly
So shall you pick your words with care
Shame it blue or leave it bare
Sow it up or rip and tear
Or better yet, just leave it there