I don't know

how to surrender, 

So I'll go to

God, weep at

his feet, and

beg for Him

to kick His

evil, lazy servant

down, and take

the bag He

trusted a fool

like me with,

hoping He'll 

give it to someone

other than 

His disobedient

servant.

 

I'll give the fatted

cow, the rings,

and the coat to 

someone who's more

worthy than I,

because I've plundered

too much, and I am

nothing more than

a pig with a 

ring on its nose.