oh, Lazarus

    I was rubbish, so morbid

    Deserving the garbage bin

    I was mongrel, so rabid

    In your cruel eyes, so mean

    I was trash, so sordid

    Deserving no attention.

    Food and the likes at me thrown       

    A wastage, full of stain

                But now that I am dead,

                 This suit, and you in line, and your costly coffin

                And this bottled-beer, even that fat bread

    What do they want and mean?