Wide

Lamposts flickering torches
Make out the random attack
Color the victim’s bright new clothes
I turn my back
And distance myselft from the pack of humans
Stripped down to the size
Of my favorite neighborhood
The smell has me mesmorized
It’s the one thing I know is good
Has got me beleiving
My small role down here
Has significant meaning
I try to calm my fears
Clearly revealed, thru open skies
Meet the simplest of crouds
The trrees are very loud
Like ogres high on wine
Their long beards growing wide
Swaying under the moon
Laughing with the loon
They can hear me speak out loud
I was mopping marble floors
For heavy rich men
Sweating in their overpriced threads
I can’t plan ahead
But if I stay I’m dead
Their boiling rage
Made all too clear
By their words of hate
I’ve no place here
They’ve got no power over me
They’ll do what they can
I don’t undeerstand
They’ve got no power over me
I was mopping marble floors
For heavy rich men
Sweating in their overpriced threads
If I plan ahead
If I plan ahead I’m dead