staring deep and long into Yorick's sockets
into the void where there was once his jovial brain
just one-tenth alive
only knowing a hawk from a hand-saw
when the wind is southerly
just one-tenth alive
hearing the mockery of the brain-washed masses
almost tasting the hemlock
just one-tenth alive
drinking like a fish
washing about in a sea of troubles
just one-tenth alive
dirt-poor,
waiting in the university library all day,
just one-tenth alive but
having seen much of life on this earth,
knowing that I may as easily live as die,
striving for a higher purpose
fighting for a deep, immortal worth
