Listen, Mr. PIE IN THE SKY!, I MAY LOOK LIKE A DOG? My friend, the divi D/END!YOU PAY ME TO STAY HERE ON THIS FUCKIN" WORTHLESS rock is nt worth shit to my brain and so I SAY (guess whay loser?!(:

that DOG ain't got what I NEED.[credit to translator STEPHEN MITCHELL, thanks for the nicely rehearsed INTro.].

THE DWARF’S SONG

My soul itself may be straight and good;
ah, but my heart, my bent-over blood
all the distortions that hurt me inside—
it buckles under these things.
It has no garden, it has no sun,
it hangs on my twisted skeleton
and, terrified, flaps its wings.

Nor are my hands of much use. Look here:
see how shrunken and shapeless they are:
clumsily hopping, clammy and fat,
like toads after the rain.
And everything else about me is torn,
sad and weather-beaten and worn;
why did God ever hesitate
to flush it all down the drain?

Is it because he’s angry at me
for my face with its moping lips?
It was so often ready to be
light and clear in its depths;
but nothing came so close to it
as big dogs did.
And dogs don’t have what I need.