Prone for Defeat by the Giants

Do you see them?
The frightened militants
But are they aligned, now?
No, but ... like the way the frisbees are fleeing me
It frees me upwards, to the meat-packers union mill
Let’s take the stolen train tracks to Avalon
Join our fellow muddy gordy Jacks
Without all the action slack knives
By the time we’re there
We’ll’ve escape the victimizers!
Inside the life; inside the life of winners 'hands…!


But now we find them
the butcher’s back in town
…and he’s not enterntained by


the horse-tailed troubadoor
in suede-knecked uniform
of the horse-tailed troubadoor.
in suede-knecked uniform