I see you wear a choke collar contrived from the lies they forced you to swallow.

How appropriate your words must taste when the time comes to make your case and the syllables stumble from your drunken tongue, fumbling any sense of pace.

And the bracelet strangling your wrist, proclaiming peace for all the world to see, screams I'm corporate faith contagious.

Hear my pleas or bleed my blood, I am the werewolf under the drooling moon howling for mother monsoon.

The shell on my back's weathered and cracked, harpoon riddled from when Ahab attacked.