What is passed in a name that is taken in vain?
to be tattered to stink across idiot glass?

Did I humble my pride to be faced where I hide
as the trojan campaign rumbles on through the trash?

Where the poisonous tick from the tales mousy flick
now collides with the crumbles of cookies repast,

While the temporal saving has hidden its craving
for the swell from the sick and the feast from the fast.

I am taken-in whole with this part of my soul
that is shaving away as my likeness is cast

And by thankfulness spurned are my wits now unlearned-
I've forgotten to think; I am answered unasked.