Walking an unknown railroad track
Wishing a train would run me flat
I am repulsive and ugly
Even they avoid hitting me
My father… he’s in paradise
My mother… died rolling the dice
I have no family
This is my destiny
I’m only ten and a half
No one wants my autograph
Who would work on my behalf
Please read the next paragraph
Every night I ask Mary
If she wants to come get me
Tonight on my bed of rock
I’ll ask her to stop the clock
Next they’ll find my body
Cold, wet and cobwebby
But I will be happy
Pretty soon hopefully
Right now I walk the railroad track
Wishing a train would run me flat
I am repugnant and ugly
Even they avoid touching me
Metamorphosis 