empty men

By hunger you rage, By food not satisfied, By excess you vomit, By less not gratified. Oh man, such paradox, Fancy yourself a tiger, You ride a bicycle, And feel like a biker. On courage you speak, Lengths of Earth go by, But fire burns bright, Why do your hands shy? Oh man, such paradox, Take vows of truth, Swear heavens and back, Do nothing but moot.