tuck arms in jumpsuit
matted hair against the ground
listen to the
din
one hand over
chest
and one beside the scrotum
forty hour nap
the floor is warmest
when you
find yourself in jail
sleeping like a
child
easy to
avoid
I already sleep in fire
the faithful martyr
standing for justice
against the
pigs and their guns
I will keep my
pride
some say it's a
sin
wheel turning 'round and around
John Galt wields
his stick
I've been here before
seen the underlying theme
following my heart
call dad, post the bond
I dance like I'm
seventeen
feeling mighty
fine