The Iconoclast's Assertion
My feet tread upon air
My veins bear lead
My transparent state of being
Lies concrete within your head
My laughter brings sorrow
I think that life is fair
You’re no stranger to pity
For your short-comings
I’ve no care
I am the iconoclast
The Iconoclast is me
I look upon ‘o’ dreaded death
With disconcerting ease
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