in search of cooler sands,
Charged the huge, great wide divide
In search of life, in which I can not hide.
This is who I am, this is what I do
I stick out like a soar thumb,
But then, of that you always knew.
I speak in tongue tied wales, screetching and grunting
Crushing the snales.
I’m bigger than you’ve ever imagined,
Gentle is not a thing I can fathom.
You might call it a stigma, this mark of the beast
It gets me into trouble, yet allows me to feast
Intimidation rules, when I charge - all out
But it’s not really “me”, yet it’s what they make it about.
I’m just a sweet, humble guy
A vegetarian even,
I get hot very easily,
Hence an obvious heathen!
Look past what you see,
This grey, that’s a part of me
You want me to smile big,
Well that’s the sort of thing you just can’t fix.
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