• To what I call ignominy,
    It gets the very best of me,
    (Whitewashed walls of insanity)
    Of me:
    Who can yet barely stand
    The loud-feint repetitious
    Pendulum swing.
    Like clockwork
    Day in.
    Day out.

    You too,
    Would lose heart
    And grieve the soul
    Inside the machine
    Of thoughtless routine.
    For easily done,
    Unreasoned, unseasoned;
    For this is how we
    Wash our hair
    Wash our hair
    Wash our hair
    So early in the morning.