Not a name shall I name
Nor a fame would I be pressed to admit...
Sadly so, as I know
That's the reason that you're reading this, dipshit.

We have all to lose and nothing to gain--
So why, then, to bother?
It can't be explained.
The strain that we live in beats down like a rain;
We stick in the gutter and try to remain...
How long to sustain from the pull of the drain?
Oh, we human stains.
Oh, we human stains.

But now should we roar, though it may sound a yelp,
And growl at the wolf hound who charges our whelp,
And run at the whale which flies at our kelp
In the meek hope that somebody somewhere could help.