livelihood

 

 

Jackals attack the Lion,
It's a bad mistake.

Jackals,
the Vulture's pets,
attack the lion
until it's too late.

Leave the lion be,
see?
Wrapped round vultures wings,
Jackals push until it's too late
Doing bloody, gutwretched things.

Jackal's mess with the Lion
Oh Waukesha is the last bite
Until the Lion has had enough
Extends his claws
The time to strike.

The Vultures, he'll get to later
Jackals never had even known
How wrapped round vulture's wings
they are, until all their chances
are blown.

Waukesha, now, is the last one.
Jackals need not respectability
They'd just ripped and bit,
and cut and tear
until tangled to a t

forty sixteen north nineteen
a jackal drawn from a card
mowed down, now, several young lions,
now,
being evil
for a jackal
ain't hard.

When Big Lion sees, and gets his run
his taste of blood is high
After time and time of
turn the other cheek
he says the time to devour is mine.

Waukesha, Waukesha
Waukesha, Waukesha
Jackals, how have vultures led?
The Lions of life
Lions of the modern world
are uprisen,
pissed,
fiery red.