Which Way Is The Crux?
The fever! I feel it in the sound of the distant drumms/
for the natives are restless and soon will come/
to reclaim what has always been theirs./
My portion of the bounty I will gladly surrender./
All I ask is to be killed last/
so I may see my neighbors squirm/
and hear their pitiful cries.
It was only a dream...sorrow.../
o if only it had been real,/
but instead I am just a poor man/
and the drumms are not beating/
and the natives are cozy and fat./
Curling up in front of the TV/
to watch their favorite shows,/
there are some things no one wants to know.
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