War Cry

babe, you have to let the pizza cool

when naming names just to be bellicose

despite the brides of dispossessed peddlers

who trades their trades in rough instances

in vain hope to invent the circuitry of the stars

that is present in circles somewhere in roshambo

you follow the guitar and expect rock

and the ticket is yours so there are no choices

any fool knows this human experience

but i am hostage to circus bears in vienna

and know nothing of the language here

dear marionettes, we cannot articulate

our needs properly sorted from our wants

we just wait until we think we beat the system