I'm not with the herd,
so many different songs,
and those poetical words,
in my life do not belong.
I'm sick of a tummy,
denies all but he fears,
the eggs will be runny,
like the angels that he hears...
He lives in solitary.
man-kind and its axe,
humanity and its fears,
He simply can't relax.....

I'm nobody,
and can change my name,
to somebody,
so pour into the blame
and water my tree.

You can't destroy me.
I have the protection
of those who came to love me
through words of my poetry.