COMPEREING ESTRANGEMENT.

Been round the world more times than the moon,
Cleaned out my girl more times than a tomb,
Howled at that son of a bitch in the air,
Prowled with a gun, and an itch to repair.

Contested the distance created by men
And requested assistance from faith once again,
Providing the factions are not self propelled,
Or guided by actions whose sense is withheld.

Opinoned by women or their outer mouthpieces,
Or the minions swimming around in their greases,
Arranging adoptions to profit their space,
Or changing the backdrops to benefit taste.

Witnessed the harvest this council collects,
Hit lists of starved guests expelled with effects,
Shovelled up northwards, and left to expire,
Removed with the Norse gods who have sadly retired.

Nobody is wiser as no one’s in discussion,
Throw over a visor and bring on the percussion,
Further apartheid by increasing the distance
And murder the wide eyed appeasing the difference.

Well I’m one of those now and I know the revue,
Tell them, upon a throw, my journey’s end is due,
For I’ve measured the lengths their agenda’s produced,
The leisure and strengths and trends I’ve excused.

Stripped off the bark that I grew as my skin,
Chipped at the parts where my larynx begins,
Rifled my barrel to be sure of my game
And tightened my vowels before they’ve proclaimed:

Been down on the world more times than the sun,
Seen round my girl and there is nowhere to run,
Found that the air tastes the same over there,
Come round in the face of the fools who compare.