Man is evil,

 I say aloud.

 Man is a flower

 that should be burnt,

 I say aloud.

 Man  is a bird full of mud,

 I say aloud.

 And death looks on with a casual eye

 and scratches his anus.

 Man with his small pink toes,

 with his miraculous fingers

 is not a temple  but an outhouse,

 I say aloud.

 Let man never again raise his teacup.

 Let man never again write a book.

 Let man never again put on his shoe.

 Let man never again raise his eyes,

 on a soft July night.

 Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.

 I say those things aloud.

 I beg the Lord not to hear.

/Unkonwn author/