Whether six feet deep or six
Feet tall,
Believe the higher the
Ego, the harder the fall.
I add milk in tea to adjust
The flavor.
Their souls are saved and
My fate's in danger.
And with fits of anger, I
Express this ache,
I've grown in my gut.
Must digest this hate.
Free the depths of
The belly and
Faint at the sight.
And something 'bout being
This wrong is so right.