Paroles de Easy Meat

A stampede to rush forward Yet I'm in retreat Far horizon greedily Sucks in the keen Descend down the scale On drooping stumps I've wished to shear Come, the predatory to luckless Spread-eagled, I am easy meat A mound for a quarrel None more austere A lebensraum in landfill I had once pieced (together) Tail the higher caste and shovel Whatever foulness they excrete Come, the predatory to luckless razed to the ground, I am easy meat Tenderise chunks of a weakling Claim on bare bones for bleaching Thousand-yard stares For the meeting