Brick on brick I will build high <br />My progress fumes, will black the sky <br />I scorn the birds for they can fly <br />Chop down their nests, and build mine high <br /> <br />I am, the Western man <br />Master of, dear natures land <br /> <br />I shoot up well, and my veins swell <br />I love my drug, how could you tell? <br />Is it because, I’m just a shell? <br />Without my junk, I don’t feel well <br /> <br />I am, the Western man <br />In control, it’s all my plan <br /> <br />My food is fast, and taste’s so sweet <br />And now my ass swallows my seat <br />I’m not that fat, I just like to eat <br />No vegetables, more processed meat <br /> <br />I am, the Western man <br />I consume, everything I can <br /> <br />The Earth is mine, to build or burn <br />So I’ll do both, each in its turn <br />Get in my way, you will soon learn <br />The bombs will fall, upon you all <br /> <br />I am, the Western man <br />You my slave, are in my hands<br /><br />Sam Speirs<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-of-the-western-man/
