you skelter past the shelter
where I sleep with rights denied
I know that you are stuck like glue
to strolling sunny sides
no trouble in your bubble
your lines as straight as arrows
well for you so well to do
but all your schemes are narrow
you’re sowing where you’re going
the grave and far beyond
with all for one not even crumbs
for those not in your bond
such hassle in your castle
when the walls start caving in
but no new clogs for this old dog
‘til there’s no one saving him