the place of each

comfort, carry, move it, hmmmpphh

it seems the mark of slavery is a hump

serve me, go there, take it slow

what does a silly dirt-beast know

i know my back aches, that’s a fact

i know the way of the gnu by its tracks

i know how to make a biscuit stretch

i know how to spit, to rest, to retch

Today i’ll chew my weed and think

how serving man‘s a dromedary’s drink