Bite the bullet.
A muddy boot,
A ****** boot
In the pimpled
Face of Some kid;
The barking
Goes on.
And they ask
Why I do not
Care, and I
Just shrug;
The barking
Goes on.
Hunger in the
Streets and in
Their media-
Rotted minds;
The barking
Goes on.
Faces split at
The seams, eyes
Peering At the
Scenes and I wonder;
The barking
Goes on.
The youth they
Snort and cuss
And the joints
Are passed around;
The barking
Goes on.
Birdshot in a
Brother's eye,
A blind dove
***** its wings;
The barking
Goes on.
And they ask
Why I do not
Cry, and I
Just shrug;
The barking
Goes on.
The poor get
Even poorer as the
Man on television
Shouts and moans;
The barking
Goes on.
Droopy eyes lost
Their spark as the
Fire dies and we
Linger in the dark;
The barking
Goes on.
A youngster jailed
For a bag of hash,
As an old man rubs
A girl half his age;
The barking
Goes on.
And I bite the bullet,
And I bite the bullet
And hail the beard
And hail the stars;
And the barking
Goes on!
