Raining snails

I would describe this song as a view on people's appreciation of life in general.

And after the rain

When snails come out

I will collect

Every single one:

Boil them in water

So the flesh comes out.

Their life so fresh

But too slow to run.

My life so fast

Yet it brings me down.

For I am human: 

Unholy, wicked,

Twisted, evil clown.

Author's Note

I imagined this to be sung as a children's lullaby, not just read as poetry.