Feed of Man

If you

Beat up butcher and

You bleed a man

If you bang up and badger and

Bloodlet a man

And then I come along

On the feet of man

And half way laff and cry bout

The meat of man

And I do what I can to

Bale string and tie some ballad truths

Up cured out

For the feed of man

Folks try to tell me

That it's on gods orders

That you bleed your man

It's on gods good word that you

Bleed your man

On gods plan print

That you dead a man

Or you spit and curse and whip

Your man

I say I'll help you fix and

Squeeze yourself up a new kind of a god

Of some kind

One that tells you

Fertilyze and multyplye

One that

Tells you

Outsow and outblow

Outplant and outgrow

Outdo and outrun and outclimb and out spread

Every other tree and bush

And brushy fruits and flower petalls

Out fruit them all

For the feed of man

Out stalk and out hunt and out think

For gods own sweet sake out think out think

Outthink the fruits

Outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man

It you miss and go down

Your dust will turn up on that long hot job

Once more again

To help in the feeding and the seed of man

And not in the bleeding and the end of man