I fell from grace 

And nothing good could be retraced

On the surface of the deep

Or beneath its ancient depths

I was a believer 

But now I shiver with contempt 

When the president speaks of hope 

Help me restore my faith 

A place to rest

And a hot plate which feeds my girth

Would put me on a good path 

To circumnavigate the globe

And regain wisdom, maybe perspective