veer for his words
well I don't know what you heard
sit still with this herd
slip you a slicker
oil drum's gone aflicker
can't so soon be stopped
Pandora's demon right out the box
up in your ear
projecting all your fear
onto me, onto he, onto xhe
by greed for greed
commander's lead
for an ordered sweep
"oh, what a clean street!"
hands brimming with seed
when born of 'right' breed
I cannot believe
what looses ember bereft
in ideological cleft
here's what is fed:
the graves of our dead
no shelter so unheard
just one finger; just this bird