Love of venison Is insufficient to make us stoop And hail the cow as overlord.
But here we are
Misguided gratitude Is the honour given those who aimed to behead you For merely knocking-off your cap.
Yet here we are
It’s a hard choice To trace the footsteps of a thief through a rocky path Without hiring another thief.
See where we are
You decide: With patching the garment may last even longer But those who wait for chance
Will wait a year