Nature, Never Savage

Enough of all the ritiuous talk of high morals, rolled up in napkins and set to the table You eat with them so dignified and free Becoming what you are meant to become what you really feel and love so dearly You do not believe there is fire after the mind shuts its doors, when the sun of your soul takes eternal shade. Your hands are hand made. You did this once before many years ago when you were trying do hard to hide who you really were, who you were dying to be You smiled all the time like everyone were members of a roaring audience. When you had something to offer they were your best friends all the time But when turned your back it was always the bird Dam I really miss seeing your back I miss flipping you the beard. Now your looking at me confused Don't you get it? I'm an animal... an almighty human being, pretending to be civilized. They love you when you were a champion and when you started to lose they still loved you but this time because your marketable Now turn your back to me.