Life the breath we all have
Of hobos and tramps
Of bourgeoisie and proletariat
Of sinners and saints
Of drunks and sobers
Of warlords and peacemakers
Of sons and daughters
How time cares not
Six feet under our eternal siesta
For a chafed and mollified world
For stooges and sleuths
For noogies and dorks
For dimwits and geniuses
For a world that cares not
I am who I am and who I am I am
Hold me not a hostage of time
Of piety and profanity
Of knowledge and pedantry
Of pity and cruelty
Of soullessness and nobility
Life must be life for me
Hehehe I must laugh
They thought they broke me
That I would beg them to live
Molested by their pretentious gaiety
Of a time wounded by time
Here I am alive
Kicking the hand of time
Life is indeed beautiful.