Circle ’round the weak;
teach ’em as we were taught
to keep the position we’re given
(not by a just universe, ha ha)
by the virtue of what we hold
by will, skill, trusty weapons.
Didn’t sign no social contract
of mutual respect.
The rights we’re due, expect, are
get by as best we can until
Teach the little ones as we
were grown to learn —
the wages to be earned are paid
in lies. The riddle we devise
to satisfy our rage is played upon
the prey we find
to circle ’round today.