So you know the worth of life;
Is that with or without a wife?
Or does true worth to do with cash,
That you have so carefully stashed?

Does the worth of one fall too short,
Is it judged by a snooty court?
Is the worth we process to seek,
Really that special and unique?

Is freedom the key to it all,
Or your name on a bathroom wall?
Are you free to pursue your dream,
Seeking your own crème de la crème?

Do you judge your peers of their worth,
Are they worth more because of birth?
Duty and work, do they mean less,
Or a rebel whose life's a mess?

The pious walks a narrow road,
He lives by his own set of codes.
Does his morals give him right,
Look down his nose from Rapture's height?

How can you prove that you are Worth,
Or is it about fun and mirth?
Can you smell it, touch it and feel,
Is it part of you; a fifth wheel?