Aladdin Vein.

There a man stands, foot in his hands,
falling off of his lawn.
And his head just broke the fall.
Now he sits, by the fire,
watching him burn a portrait of his favorite artist.
Now he put a hole through the wall.

You never could love a man insane,
or save a lad, in vain.
And in this age of his grand surrender-
that man just died today.