The Earth is an accumulation,
An assortment of human existence.
That place, where he is, all alone,
A sort of chump, lacking subsistence.
He stayed in this orientation,
A place he was too timid to vacate.
The situation became exasperating,
His patience commenced to detonate.
He was highly aggravated.
Woefully, he couldn't do much to it.
His soul departed this planet,
And some candles were lit.