I hold onto this life
Only wanting strife
To better
Now only letters
As the sycophants go around
And lay their knowledge down
Love and peace and things
Of the cripples' canes
Numbers for waste
Humanity's disgrace
Singing their hymns of human
A shining shoe man
Nothing makes sense
It's only clean
One is only one
And there is a big ole sun
Their words are helpless and screech
Something buried beneath
Attenuated cattle
The cobra rattles
I want to be on fire, Benny.
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