I may be rancid,
but I'm on your side of the jostle.
I
am a house cat and my final
words are postposed.
When I was put to trial, I was in denial.
Who did I offend?
Who lost my juror?
I shouldn't contemplate,
but I'm in such a state.
Didn't care to win, want to cave in.
The burden of proof must shift like
autumn leaves on a roof must drift away.
Some people say I am winding and grinding you up.
I'm so done trying to explain why you are broken.
People are dying and the emperor
has spoken.
When I was put to trial,
I was in denial.
Who did I offend?
Who lost my juror?
I shouldn't
contemplate, but I'm in such a state.
Didn't care to win, want to cave in.
