These human animals
They're dirty things
They chew the scraps
Fill their boots
Spill the beans
Minds elsewhere
Thoughts anywhere
But matching
Ignorant breeding 
Ignorance
Feeding the view
They have
They see
Of this place 
Governed
By a man
In the sky 
And excused
Because 
The desire 
To read the stars
Outweighs
The sense 
To see 
The stars
Without 
Making lizard like judgements
That insects are there
To be eaten 
Because they crawl
Across your path
Because they are 
There
Because they dare to 
Tread
Before you
Though
You are Guliver
I tip my hat 
To you
Wish you well
On your travels
And hope to fuck
That when you return
With pigs in your 
Pockets
And tales
Of strange lands
You remember
Who you are
Who they are
And why 
Once gone
You should 
Never
Return