Ready, adapt, to shift and sway Swift to say, to slay, in rapt delay Relapsed in play, inapt to stay In one place, altering, Unfaltering to race ‘n chase Descended from Void, unknown domain Prone to tame, enjoyed by those Who’ve honed their names, Who’ve drone the same To the point they’ve moaned, complained, They’ve honed their game And leave you blown to shame Elsewhere? Fire: passion, desire, Aggression so dire as Darwin conspired It’s wired, like Freud to his sire Admired to destroy its replier Opposite then, is the force of water Never outsourced in its course of slaughter Ignorant shit-starters turn to slit martyrs, ‘Cause they don’t know its flow hits harder It’s fast, it’s slick, its blast is quick, But that’s just it, it’s always relaxed and slick Perhaps it tricks with tact and drift, But last, its grit’s in the Splash n’ Swish And finally last, but not the worst, The grounds of discipline, the warrior’s birth The mighty, strong, epic, ethic of work Our only own hearth that we deem the Earth
Posted on: Mon, 23 Sep 2013 17:59:32 +0000