The new kid is here. I hear him breathe
Beneath his red robe cover
You gave him two sticks to taunt me
He hid one and broke the other

Now he'll take his milk through a pipe
Through green glass take his light
Like me
If only we knew how to blossom
For you
Appropriately

O, someone shut the drawer I'm lying in
And I can't be sure it wasn't him
Will you be kind and let the poison
Run its course?
He'll be just a mind weighed down
With thoughts

And you can all just pity him, pity him,
Please

Just let him stir in that dream worn
And grey
Of us coming, coming in waves
Like dogs leaping for throat and face
Tearing, tearing away

Now we shall all just pity him, pity him,
Please
Pity him, like we used to
Pity him anew