I am a rebellious goon,
Nothing but a heap of cynical delicate dune.
I get blow away by the wind here and there,
And then looking at the sky I mournfully glare.
I am a rebellious goon,
I dont know, where I will be soon....
With no joy nor despair,
I wander here and there.
Why I am such a fool, i cant say,
Resentful, bitter and cold, here i lay.
I know no words and any wordly game,
Still here i am playing it, with no apparent shame.
I am surely a rebellious goon,
Hoping to become tamed soon.
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