5 May 2015

Circle

The world is going round and round, 
and leaping always over the bound, 
the world is like a hungry hound, 
the meat of change is what it found.

We see men who lack all hairs, 
we see women who trekk in lairs, 
we witness when they are not in pairs,
studs to studs and fairs to fairs. 

We evolved to civilize the ape, 
from waters to juices of grape, 
from cottons to pieces of cape, 
from strong men to men who rape.

We don't see for our eyes are stuck, 
in the screens where colors' muck, 
that nature's clock had now struck, 
the hour when we inverse luck.

We can't dodge or we can't duck, 
we shall barter and hate the buck, 
we will go back to the wild fuck, 
it's all our luck stuck in fuck muck.