We the poor

are roads

to pave over

stairs to climb on

the pure hearts

and zealots

we shall overcome

after this commercial break

fists of iron turn glass

clobbering glass jaws

and we both are destroyed

in our struggle

to suffer

to suffer is to live

to live is to die

so pursue the apple pie

American dream

and have heaven for desert

or be a deserter

we are all destitute

so save yourself instead

we all want to be heroes

but lack the je ne sais quoi

so we drown in addictions

hobbies and habits

we forget about the tortes

in the race with the rabbit

the artist is always forgotten

but the images remain the same

with new names

and in vain we strive

for individual originality