My life is grotesque and dreadry
like a circus too shabby to make money
It is one big malaise.
Loathing people in proximity
I am tired, twisted and half-crazed.
Their presence, remarks, ignorance,
all vaulting my strained civility.
Badgering me with endless axioms
having me explain such trivialities
Why am I serving such penance?
Leave me be
oh, just leave me be.