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.