I Did It

I ate the enemy, and bottled up the peace, I swam a shore and polluted all the reefs, I waged a war, and dreamed up proper beats, I came and went before people got their feet, I ate the animal and labeled a lofty cannibal- aided in the sham of all, but gave it back through the Ram and Bull, I sickened your very sole, did chores to leave you without a goal, faced you inside your head, made you slave against your own bed, I ran away and made you feel the chase, like big cats carrying mace... You had a chance- I swear you could have won the day, its too bad you became sorry and wished me away, and thought the earth was still round- just like your face, too bad you can't get off of the spike stuck to your seat, even if you hitchhike you pine at others wills that are weak, jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique, and you weren't even there taking notes and pointing a beak.