Dear SS:

I rarely do just what I should,
I often leap past expectations,
And break up dreams of "do be good"
With fiery phrase, or wild gyration.

Behaviour from a placid platen
And fixed ideas and old decrees
I leave to those who dumbly fatten
Upon the fast-food fat and grease
And those who cannot leave behind
The junk food tastes of lazy minds.

I'd rather burn a blaze to ashes
Knowing my burning was true, or just
Than coldly join those on their asses
Who watch their times return to dust.
This is my fate, my karma true
In this I am just as I should;
So if this meaning speaks to you,
I do assure you, I've been good.

Regards,

Amos