*****************************************************************I feel so spiritually shallow.
***********************************************************Allowed to indulge in every vice,
******************************************************************without any consequence.
*************************************************Is it only the residual memory of my body,
*********************************************************making me feel guilty and hollow?
************************************************************Or is there something to be said
*********************************************************************************for restraint?
******************************************************Am I no better than all those hords of
************************************************************gamma-delta-epsilon-nothing's,
****************************************************************wasting away in the feelies?
**************************************************************************Or am I the savage
**********************************************************************who still identifies with
******************************************************************"the right to be unhappy?"