I love this thing, which I AM not,
With every inch of love I’ve got.
Indeed I love it oh so much
That it cannot survive my touch.
I have to suffer with this thing
To show it what I’m offering;
But it refuses to admit
The world is not a piece of shit.
I am the GOD it wants to be
And it is all I know of ME.
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 