A marionette A puppeteer By hand divine I must appear To stumble for A crowd besmear And languish in My aging year What joke did play This puppeteer To seize the strings
Off you go To work today To do the work Of three And pay Is less then what You made before Complain and find You're shown the door Conform you're told And meetings too Remarks that tear
Fold the flag Triangular show Country contain me And soldier no more Place in a box In three corners neat Over the mantle In silent entreat How many knew him How many cared
Beginnings of A cave replete A history In gore complete A mega rage Of years entreat Devour earth To my defeat And how do we Do savor it? The kind of which Must discomfit A waterworld?
Wake and run To meet the light Of day to find Beyond your sight Your work begins But with all might Come home to bed To stay the night Begin again A newborn day And round and round
