WITH OUR WRISTS AS A WALKWAY
HUDDLED UNDER THE CREST
HEAR THE WINCING: OUR WHISPERING
WHILE WE BEAT ON OUR CHESTS
WITH A TWIST OF MY TURNCOAT
YELLING LONG LIVE SUCCESS
HEAR THE CRUNCH AS I CARTWHEEL,
IS THE MASTER IMPRESSED?
PALMS SCRAPING UP A SLOPE
I TIED THE ROPE
PALM PRINTS LEFT ON THE ROAD
I TIED THE ROPE
WHEN PALM FRONDS I FAN THE THRONE
AND TIE THE ROPE
I TIE THE ROPE