you have your view
and I have mine
and never the two
shall intertwine
for what is right
that does not care
for the smell of shite
left in the air
on being free
to spew it out –
we lie in the weeds
spat from our mouths
and that’s my stand
on loveless moves
that strengthen your hand
by tearing through
another world
so you can sell
your song to the birds
living in spells