I'm trapped alone,

In a body made mostly of carbon -- stone.

I begin to moan:

It is time to leave this wretched zone,

And to go back to my own.

Ice cream without a cone,

In debt with extented loan,

Ripped clothing left unsown,

Images yet unshown,

Contrasting colors without tone,

Let it now be known,

I ache within my "bone",

Waiting for the phone,

As I loudly groan:

I remain alone.