Za's Stair - Warthog Jaws

Somewhat beholden to a moment once golden
As fishing trips on Mars
And minute of stature means a dynamic terror
In combat for mason jars

You'll turn-up as fraud
A thief, a part-time dawd
The future will have laws
To halt the warthog's jaws

He sits on a pillow in meetings or at scrum
He markets a product that goes inside your drum
Every beat sounds braver - impressive as a march
Back sores are the least of ills when sleeping as if starched

You'll turn-up as fraud
A thief, a part-time dawd
The future will have laws
To halt the warthog's jaws

At four foot three he stands
A knot some call a man
His briefcase is aligned
To crack your filthy spine
And in sympathetic drool
He'll split those family jewels

You'll turn-up as fraud
A thief, a part-time dawd
The future will have laws
To halt the warthog's jaws

Written by:
Frank DiPietro

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