• 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
    Monotonous
    Pendulum swing.
    Like clockwork
    Day in.
    Daybreak.
    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.