Your days full of praisers
lined up for the feast
Would all be through, had they seen You
Becoming a Beast!
Your horde to be gored
hoping they’ll just be fleeced,
Would all be gone had they looked on
You Becoming a …
Your roar them should scare
as are in no petting zoo:
“When you’re anywhere better do as the were-
wolves dawoooooo!”
Your win-(and tooth-)some grin,
and your brow uncreased,
Aren’t to play dumb, they’re You Becom-
ing a Beast!
We’ll hide us inside,
but you won’t be policed:
The nights are free to fight or flee,
Becoming a Beast!
The Lessers profess their
“I will be released”
To some, lessee, who could it be,
Becoming a …
Your tune “Liberty,
when Democracy’s done”
(a Moon ever free
from the light of the Sun)
Is the same if you blame
one more con artiste,
Or do keep schtum: it’s You Becom-
ing a Beast!
Aaaaaahh
Aaaaaahh
Aaaaaahh
Aaaaaahh
Awooooooo!
Awooooooo!
Awooooooo! (this is you)
There’s no point in arguing
or calling a priest –
Not anymore: your reason for:
Becoming a Beast!
If the ten-times-three
that your forepaws greased
Were melted down, what goes around,
Becoming a …
With so much to grieve,
and so few who still care
I can’t not believe
you’re still someplace in there,
But the lair you prepare
where we’re all deceased
Dor lack of laws, must give us pause,
at least:
So here’s a rule of thumb: Get two: we’ll be coming.
A rule of thumb (it’s too ill-becoming)
A rule:
It’s CRUEL
… becoming a Beast!