Goodbye Proud World Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Why! Men has become the laborers of the land of their bones,
Slave to their houses, and furniture for material possession occupieth their thoughts
And upon their back the world burden heaped with unrest
Prostrating so low to the sun risen crookedly for their inward desires;
Therefore dwelleth they not in their houses
For yes sir, yes sir is their slogan.
And for they that dwelleth in their castles and their maids
Count them for a stranger and aliens in their sight.

Men of friends of merry are these men to long live in vanity,
And their repast ingesting from the sweat of sirrah men's face
And more thoughtless they will defray back in their own coins
But by Nature the incorruptible judge, balancer of all equations.

Naked was these men pushed out of their mama's calabash
With their gluttonous hands full of nothing, but viewed it upon treasures;
And to the worms and termites belongeth these treasures and know not they,
And in hand in hand to the UKULELE dance they with vanity
And vanity upon vanity when still their breathe
And worms and termites their mortal destroy
And ‘Goodbye Proud World' their apparition sayest as they rest in halls of worms and termites.