Instead of a bowl you use a cup
Sipping soup when you can slurp
All the time avoiding to bring up
That pitiful excuse of a burp!
All around you is hauteur
Who knows what they are after?
This, that and of course the other
You wonder why you even bother!
Ladders reaching the skies high
Make the heavens seem nigh
Would you then mind telling me why?
Your heart is empty and you sigh!
Bring out that bowl and one more
Climb the ladders till you’re sore
This, that, the other and more
To them open your soul’s door!