Today I turned around to find that I was quite alone
Surprises are a luxury of non-apprehension
A dusty wind was thusly blown
Fine flecks, hard as a blade
and slashes are tossed, a gritty cascade
But I parade a bitter body, battled to a battered
matter collection, like perfection in the putrefied
Steady, steady (knives at the ready)
"Come in!"
And the section Caesar trusted, thrusted
Et tu? et tu? et tu?
It's true! it's true. It's true!?
So what's a brazen boy to do
regardless
he'll polish up his knuckles
trading battery for chuckles
and suckles a malfeasant mix
Agony, spite, jealousy, rage, a nervous pallor, some odds and ends of joy and disgust
There's tricks in the mix not fit to trust
but some must forsworn by a pedant pledge
a life long over the edge

Steady yourself, that's no way for a man to behave
I confess that your dignity requires we enslave
Or rather arrest the best you have to offer
Does that bother you?