Rubbish, written rubbish br I can't show it to anyone I know br They'll get the wrong idea, br They'll think I am fatalistic, br A desperate soul... br br (But isn't he clever!) br br Too bad he can't control his thoughts br They should be more like ours br We are society, the community, br We dictate the acceptable attitude, br The right way to think and write... br But who-are we br But individuals, first br And finally individuals br Suffocating from individualism... br br Or lack of it-...