Taste my Blood

Taste my Blood

Is there anyone out there

Who wants to see me lucky?

Or is there even anyone in there

Who wants to see the darn truth?

Feeling atrociously confident and vigorous

Such world-shaking persuasive strong

Not only as a rule only superficially

Without any power or faith

Principally, just wrong

Somehow I am through with human nature

I'm through with some world's reality

There's more that I want to get

Maybe I am a wild tiger

But surely no pet

Maybe I am simply, a simple man

Maybe I am, 'oh, my God" some ol' black

An Indian, any ol' shade of gray, or an alien
From ruddy Venus, alive, dying or even dead

Go on, fine with me, thinking that 

I'm really unbearably rough

But what you can see

 Is never enough

You've got to feel all of it

And deal with what is hot

Do more than you can

To know who I am

And taste

But not waste

My blood

HC_B - 02/03/98

[19:30 PM]