Poetic Structure and Dull Intoxication

I want to live in a hole
Away from all human beings
As they exhibit human nature

Human nature makes me sick
Though I exhibit it myself
Biological hypocrisy, all I am

Anyways inside this hole
I'll have a computer and garden hose
So I can use it to grow some tomatoes
Because I need to eat
Even if I'm living in a hole

Once everyone realizes I'm living in a hole
They'll come visit me, and laugh at me
What assholes. I like my little hole

I don't mean a grave, or vagina, or bong or whatever if that's what you thought
Just a ground-hole, like a cave or something
I'm not morbid, horny, or stoned, just cynical

Why did I correct myself there?
I didn't have to; explain myself
I guess it's just the way things happen

Fuck poetic structure
It's brought me nothing but stress
And made me want to live in a hole