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Fools ever clambering for the pulpit

A moment's thought is a lifetime wisdom

Dress fickle desire in a cloak of philosophy

Paint your brown fur with peacock colours

Seek meaning or seek notoriety

The search for purpose is an endless plummet

So build a bridge of borrowed words

And tell us what you have made

Speak

Flock to herd is pack

They run and always bleating

Speaking

Speak

See how the dancer twists and coils

Before its audience of comrades and strangers

Draws aside the shimmering veils

To reveal a cloak of rhetoric

Malformed cretin bandaged in words

And the spirit quivers

Curled foetal within a womb of pretence

Flock to herd is pack

They run and always bleating

Speaking

Speak

Behold!

It is louder than thunder, the great quake,

The earth trembles at the mighty roar of the parrot flock

A war of regurgitation forms an ocean of bile

Flock to herd is pack

They run and always bleating

Speaking

Speak