My Existence tells me that I ought to be, My Existence tells me that I can see! My Sight informs me of objects around, My hearing informs me of sound, A chitter, A chatter, And meaningless pratter, I can hear what's all around! My Existence tells me I need a job, My Existence tells me who to rob! A nigger, A spic, A chick with a dick, All thats left is a wallet-less SOB. My Existence speaks to me about forgotten Times, My Existence speaks to me in forgotten Rhymes, It's mostly at Night, It's quite a Fright, And my eyes close nice and tight! I could be here, I could be there. I could make a mistake, And not be anywhere. Maybe my Existence is not so important. Maybe my Existence is, Indeed, unfortunate, You waste time reading words, With the breath of a man, who shouldn't be heard, One, twice, three times it be, Lift open your eyes, In the hope you can see.