The City (Animals on the wall)
I see the animals swirl on the wall.
Above there are none, only my falls.
To the front is a seahorse,
Parked on the door.
It feels like life is but, a bore.
It’s not mine, All this I sought.
Where the fuck is all the pot.
To my left, is a little sleeping cat.
Mahn.. I’m getting awfully fat.
But, the food feels good, when the drugs are gone.
Couldn’t it be, my lifestyle’s a little wrong?
Behind me are zebras, ready to stampede.
So I ran to the hills with a bottle of mead.
I’ve stolen so much, I don’t know what’s mine.
Going off to prison for quite some time out.
To my right is the walrus, up on his wave.
The curtain drops, I have finally caved.
I gave, gave away EVERYTHING but have it all and
I see the animals swirl on the wall.
