All Over Me

Involving everything from death to jokes,
From happy maunderings, too wet to parse,
To metal elements, from force to farce,
The whole thing must be an enormous hoax.
The strangers whom we have to learn to coax
To help us, or to kick us in the arse,
Are getting numerous who once were sparse,
As many as an endless wheel's slim spokes.

The goddam bastards are all over me!
They're cool, they're golden, and their dogs have flopped
All over me, just lying where they dropped,
And yes, I hate them, and their progeny,
And all their clever rules. No. I don't see.
I started as a dreamer, but have stopped.