And a de-moneyed fellow
Like me, hovering to swallow
Some fetish ounces of bread.
Here you are, signalling
The resemblance of a bloodhound chopper
Butchering through the fleecy eyes
And, finally takes the gullible wish away.
My gullible wish,
Cynically to gobble some bread
And paint some bleak smile on a blood-less face.
Call me a beggar or just embrace me sympathetically,
I am the emperor of my empire.
The society you fling your arms onto,
Never entice you with the slightest glee.
Look at us, we sketch the tactics of snatching
The moon from its very own wound.