Knocking down and holding up

Loving here and hating there

Taking this and giving that

Whether bind or whether tear

Scurry scurry goes the rat

All in a hurry man keeps up

For you the obscure pumping heart

Ambition

Goldie treasures all for you

Think no leisure but your bread?

Can't you see the apian way?

All in that poor little head

That has to lead to goodies’ way

See how it is killing you

You that craved the path you led

Ambitious

Sometimes it's all so very vague

How alien turns the haven you draft?

How brutally they consume you?

What you create, your little craft

Will consume or harbour you?

You feel the ache, it's like a plague

Of experience you have a raft

Content !

What's it?

Sour through the bone

What bone?

The big N’s, queen of the savannah's spinal

Say it is a cancer

Gazelles gadding about the game

Disobeying their curfew at self expense

Buffalos beckoned by butchers

Losing sleep on account of the lords

Rein doe rocking their rear

Regurgitating what predators ate

Greyhounds guarding the ghouls in grunt

Standing to get their pat, a bone and a kick

Falcons fresh from Florence

Egging on their young through their avian routes

Calves come from common castrate camps

Groveling in companies for seeds of own testes

Night birds in nests of nestlings unknown

Neglecting nigh their forts, these they pick to foster-sit

Capons careful to be called cubs

Filling up their cranky core with crying bloods

Ducks daring not to shake as if they are of rubber

Making them stores of stolen grains to earn some plume

And these, and those, and name it.