When I look beneath me, I see younI see you in a ditchnThe brain inside the skull is deadnA lifeless, lazy twitchnnThis shows you what's inside of me.nnWhen I look beneath you I see myselfnTwitching, spasmodic, on firenI want to think of you under my shoenBut as I think I sink in the mirenTo lift myself above out of this pitnIs more than I can donTo be what I'm supposed to be means not to spit on younnThere are so many things that destroy the brainnIndulge in not one but all,nAnything to dull the senses,nAnything to turn walk to crawlnBecause to cease to think is to cease to carenAnd caring means thinking and morenTedious is thought, and thusnRot the thought at its corennWhen you take a drink you insult the retardednA burden they begrudgingly bearnThey were born into their condition,nYou drink to follow them there