MONGREL

I am the mongrel but of woman and man

I am the mongrel but of land and street

I am the mongrel but of tool and hand

I am the mongrel but of word and speak

I am the mongrel but of truth and lie

I am the mongrel but of love and heat

I am the mongrel but of dirt and sky

I am the mongrel but of ghost and meat

I am the mule of town St. Bastard

And I kiss it with the unders of my feet

Yonder I see a hill to die on

Or is that just a grass verge where lies the dog turd of life

Circumstance has me by the tenders

Happenstance greets me with a knifе

I could have been a contender, but I lost somеthing in the cut

I could have been a big spender If it weren't for this pain in my gut

I could have been a mogul if it weren't for this 1 bed rental

Could have been a psychiatric saviour if I didn't go mental

Something with a safety net, a death sentence and dental

I am the mongrel but of woman and man

I am the mongrel but of land and street

I am the mongrel but of tool and hand