While thinking about everyone else’s gold
I wondered, the secret of happiness, who holds
While struggling within this kind of mentality
Which may make me bald, long before I get old
I might get poorer but never be a showy -rich
For the sake of loneliness I might marry a bitch
And obey her forever for her twitchy–bitchy teach
Long before reaching the heavenly bridge
Then what will happen to me?
While I am searching in hospital enlightening light
In the darkness of the day’s nurses are wearing white
Nevertheless I would like to be free
Before the end of twentieth century
With my world wide humanist feeling
Long before those fanatics restart merciless killing
Some people say clever, most say you are harmless mad
Who knows! I could become clever or harmless mad
Then might be treated in psychiatric hospital by a vet
Who might understand my body, for cut and study
In which is much more than my soul and my head
Who might confirm that: he is diagnosed ninety percent mad
How could I survive if I am not heavenly?
If the heaven treated me as a mortal, earthly silly
Then what will happen to me?
What will happen to humanity?