09/03/2025

Weary in ourselves we ought to be,

in whispering about that old man over there.

He’s got something up his sleeve,

a little trick or a secret

or a loaded gun and he ain’t afraid to use it. 

He can ruin all our fun if we let him. 

We’ve got a good thing going.

Hath thou forgotten what this life is all about?

Cutting and running, baby. 

That old man’s got something to say,

I’ve got something to prove. 

He ain’t who he’s trying to make us think he is.

I’ll give him a taste of something he ain’t had before.

I’ll pass him through the unthinkable 

of my malicious creation

and see if he comes out no more than a man. 

Even so,

every now and then

when I catch him looking me up a bit 

and seeing all I put on his plate,

I feel in me a wolf beginning to churn.