This world is a burden And it disgusts me. I want to deny it, Its inhabitants and their possessions. I'm embarrassed to know This soil produced me. I'm dying to be elsewhere, Trying not to belong in a nature Of impulse and self indulgence. A brother to none, My kinship lies elsewhere. I am separate and loyal to no one, If born from this soil. I'm embarrassed to know you; You do not represent me. A likeness only in structure, Not in mind. I vow to never belong to anyone Born from this soil A people that follows blindly Will not reprimand me.