You seem not to care at all,                                                                                                                                     Uncomplaining, ever satisfied,                                                                                                                                Crawling along naked                                                                                                                                              And feeding on the things                                                                                                                                        The children of Adam count as nothing,                                                                                                                  At times to be crushed to pieces                                                                                                                             Under their stiff, heel shoes.                                                                                                                                 What an unkind thing to do                                                                                                                                     When gnats and green-bottles                                                                                                                            Are busy buzzing by, menacingly, undisturbed.                                                                                                       You inflict no harm;                                                                                                                                                  You cause no injury                                                                                                                                                 Except to carelessly placed cubes of sugar.                                                                                                            Yet you remain resolute, undaunted, unminding,                                                                                                    Marching along mechanically,                                                                                                                                  In the face of threatened annihilation                                                                                                                     Ever satisfied with your vagabond existence.