Leaf on prickly stalk of bramble
Who would not be hurt by your grazing
Or by the loud voice of that bully of a teacher
That show off, full of arrogance and contempt
Willows sway in all those wild winds
Of slaughter
Show your flex to sustain your summer
Give your shape its beauty, fair play freely
Tarmac trodden with heavy boots
Braziers, flames, smoke, aromatic moisture
Laid down over lost pastures, flattened
And trimmed with a massive machine
The freeway, the autobahn
The rhetoric and the rhetorical question
Listen, can you hear the tough guys
Hear them, they are all alone
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