Tired now, sedated well
Blind to spirits in my hell
Excepting those within my shell
Gnawing on my forward tail

Smitten with a real big stick
One I found on my walk home
Calling me a real big prick
Despite my state of fully stoned

I turned to face the challenge called
You’re the one eas’ly galled
A spit, a smack, my foe is down
My head is hurting, spinning round

The blood gushing down my face
My heart resounding with disgrace
I push my fears into my gut
So I won’t feel the scalding cut

But hit real bad ain’t too good
‘specially when your holdin’ bud
I know it’s not the place to be
I run, I hide, I make pee-pee

The chances to ameliorate
Slim-to-none, cause I’m irate
The way you treat me without fears
For when I undermine the piers

Is it reasoned, beyond a guess?
Besides the feeling you know exists
Beyond an answer reason implies
Because the reason is just a test
Of our resistance, and our breast
Against the onslaught of the jest

Just hold them, fast, ‘til reinforcements arrive
They can not beat us if we strive
Even with the final drive, we’ll crush their hive
And turn to stomp on those alive
Because we’ve fought to get our prize
And love is what we can deprive

7 April 2004