How do the people of the world live on
Don’t they know they’re only pawns
In the circle of life
Or the economy
Don’t they know about astrology?
The science of the stars
Gives no hope for the dwellers of the bars
Who drink their poison
A new one each night
Or the same one
For the rest of all time
To them it’s all right
But the people whom I speak of
Know nothing of the secret truth
I’ve come to realize in my travels
Look at two mating animals
The sounds they make
A howling horror
The motions they make
A disgusting sight
Look at a human female
Hear her scream
When her buttons are pressed
See the skin tones clash
As they are pressed together
Just like animals
In my travels