Huddling past your big house
Doubling on their craving
While you who have it all
Gnaw their last life saving
Blackeyed and breathing
Slavering on their (good) name
While you who have it all
Stalk their unsouled shame
But a back will turn eventually
On perimeters and stone
While you who have it all
FLAILHOOT their hunt to own
And a fire will feed eventually
On greedy little feet
While you who have it all
Burn them off your street
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