The brave woman feels like water vapor
In a Room of ignorant disaster
And colorful brick walls crumble down like cheap paper
At the Hand of their Righteous Master

Where Empty Canvases and Abstract Words
Form to make art
The wise ones with skill in foolish herds
Will surely decide to depart

And how the ozone feels to The Man
Who burps and throws aside
The Man whose every which plan
From birth you shall abide!