The elephants can't stand anymore
Their feeble legs
Can't afford the weight of their profligacy
While the ground cracks beneath them
The whistling of the earth
In the center
There's a coal burning
It sends its energy
To each of its residents
A woman scraping her eyelids on the street
A decrepit cactus plant  
The drunk father next door
Who beats his wife, spares his children and loves his dog
But the elephants are happy
If world is for our enjoyment
Why does it **** us over?