And it doesn't seem fair That your wicked words should work In holding me down No, it doesn't seem right To take information Given at close range For the gag And the bind And the ammunition round
& If cat eyes are Venus I bet you crossed them out Grievance over this is beyond my grasp Outside of my rim of thought I’ll admit I thought of you once But never the way you wanted (Such tiny fresh water fish, so unaware) We are all gutter-mouthed & expendable You can't isolate me Or throw me off the hook If your world Is something I never asked