James

You ask can we cope, If you could only help, to take back our home, why make us suffer, away from the Pen, no need for your spend, stay out of our zone, you might mean well, we're better alone, don't focus your lens, measure our chrome, try to be open, we’ll roll with the blow, on bar stools and leather, our skin needing soap, by long gait and bend, we’re not tethered, neither your friends, we laugh at your rope, it dangles bereft, our dreams might need hope, but we have heaven.