I once knew a fool
Who screws his own life
So ugly within
No help from his wife
The thing called his brain
Just rots in his head
But he'll have to use it
To prove he's not dead
He has not a heart
No passionate soul
He's one empty shell
Without a true goal
A scarring of others
His one strong desire
His reasons are clueless
His morals are dire
No deity claims him
He uses up air
His ought to be rationed
And given elsewhere
You're known by good will
In your journey with men
But this one seems worthless
And rotten within