I do not speak in sombre tones Not for me the gentle echo Hushing through hallowed halls I shall growl my way to the grave Be ****** to the insignificant And to hell with the indifferent There are no rules or rulers There are only fools and foolers
I need no-one else's straight lines I have imagination enough to swerve And spite enough to spin Snapping snarling and seditious Spitting venomous and vicious Flamed by the world's injustice And humanity's indifference Not until I am dead burned and scattered Shall I rest assured