Disgraceful I Am

Disgraceful might I be

Thy whispers die with a passing wind

Beautiful facade is covered with dust

Disgraceful might I be

Thy smile invades my privileges

My life, my work, my ambitions

Hold still by the villian thou ought to be

Disgraceful might I be

An asinine I am, indeed

For letting the mournful like thou to be

A pleasant sight to see

Disgraceful might I be

I pray in the midst of my rancor

Oh the Mighty!

The Creator of infinities!

May the inhumane human

March into the mouth of hell alone