I have always found it odd that people can view themselves as just complicated dirt, even awesomely poetically as stardust. I suspected that even having a bad attitude about one’s existence as a subject (not object) may very well be infinitely better than simple dirt unable to grasp any attitude what sow ever.
Meaning Less Star Dust
He complained
A bout
Every thing
Being
Meaningless star dust
Yet he was
Moderately a-mazed
About being
Capable and culpable
Of stardust
Having such
A bad attitude
