Cycles

Breathe-breed-breathe
dig holes-erect poles
kill a few tigers,
fix satellites, fly kites
make them go poo-poo
round and round, around us.
Switch on your television,
bitch about commercialisation
Breathe-breed-breathe

Race you car at high speeds
crash into the sleepy truck
watch yourself in slow motion
and see the city lights
outnumber the stars ten to two
and if you can fuck, fuck the world
just give it what it wants.
Breathe-breed-breathe