Ditzy Scene

Hungry mouths to feed Sick aggregate Sworn in, scorning Fast and just wheezing for air And hail Golden phrasing I Lights and principles Only squeaking Luck’s ferocious left hand Stalled Now multiply a ten-strong baying million All charred, all hearts full of hurting Testifying in me Thwart this ditzy scene Gilded capital Hanging, swinging Loss of fury, heed, loss of spark Raise! Pull! Now multiply a ten-strong baying million All charred, all hearts full of hurting Testifying in me Please calming time and disarm to cease this lynching army Bad hour, condemned and revolting Lasting out not shortly All ranting, merciless chanting, smash my legs beneath me Lives darkly, this is the moment Honest, this is rid me