Where has thou not been?
What has thou not seen?
What has thou not done in my crafty being?
The things I have done in the dim and that which has been seen makes uncountable my sins.
I am a little man under the glorious sun;
A sinner man with many parts.
So my nifty hands undo a good plan.
When I think or play my thoughts out loud it sometimes wrecks the rhymes of the pun.
I know my mind flames my heart and begs my legs to run in sin.
It looks that much but sometimes it’s clearly not what you think.
I get so tired and so thin from running round and round in sin.
I concur that I am a sinner man but sometimes things are simply not what it seems.