Za's Stair - Haran's Goodbye

Here comes Lyle, the great performer
Best in show, an Airedale breed
He wears a tie and drives a Pinto
And in a hole he keeps a need

They saunter up: Hey, who's in charge here
They belly-up when words gain speed
You ought to know they travel in units now
And units are what they need

A surge of force rose in Eurasia
An ancient god upon which was peed
You have your soldiers deep in our government
Let's not pretend nobody sees

In just three days, that's when the power went
Up every street they pitched a screed
Where are the lights that made the puppets dance
Who claimed the right to mute those dreams

When in the dark they have no discharge
When in the light they're only flame
They count one by one and sometimes backwards
All they launch is their own names

They say every loser
Has a moment
Between bruises

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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