Your days
Full of prais-
ers 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 werewolves DA-WOOOOOO!”
Your win-
(and tooth-)some grin,
and your brow uncreased
Aren’t to
play dumb,
They’re You,
Becoming
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,
Becoming
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
For 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.