See ye now the snail,
so timid,
He crawls upon the sand.
See ye now the snail;
I grasp it,
And crush it in my hand.
Poor stupid creatures,
not knowing,
That living in a shell —
Poor stupid creatures,
not living.
A corpse would do as well.
See ye now a man,
So lonely
Within his shell — so strange!
See ye now a man;
I wonder:
Why won’t he ever change?
Joe Girard © 1982
Reflections on poor interactions