You know who's the king of the zoo?
He whom is everything to everyone
Changes colour, turns coats
It is pure power
To be everything to one until
You discover it is instrumentality
To a system in which nothing matters
There’s fog for 20 metres from here From here to screen To midwinter For the chill to draw out this splinter If I could, I would. See? I’m restless But in a wrestle Can’t follow the weather Can’t stay in the metre
Choose your fighter carefully Or you’ll be a well-honed knife That’s in search of fear It was a path You laid out For yourself Well, I’m too old to lose a breast As I fight for respect In the name of a straighter shot
