zaterdag 25 oktober 2008


I rip the meat from the bones with my fangs
I thump my chest and I roar
I shrug my head when bored
I hunt and gather 5 days a week
I the beast

I am nondefiant a conformist
Preoccupied about financial risks
When I’m cut yes I bleed
I the beast

I hunt you down following the trail of you pheromones
I copulate till you’re sore
I roar triumphantly
a couple of times at least
I the beast

I wear a suit and I wear a tie
I lost my hair
I don’t know why
I long for more and more money out of some strange need
I the beast
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