Last Born
I am the last born
I move through the crowd with my shiny red wheels I bring with me large animals and flaming spikes in cages I am the last born and I know who I want to vote for I know the identity of the figure in black Low prices are written all over my face I am the last born and I have a long following Everything and everyone is my elder I move through the relatives in my green leaves I eat canoes and drink inlets I have a beard and a small fat crab inside my shell I am the last born the pÅtiki the teina Everything breaks its back over me but there are Many ways to build from scratch and in spite of the fact That every fourth corner of the land has been walked Over I make everything ready, being the last born I am desired at each event, to lay down the Cow leather, to direct people to the location of The demons, the devils in the tarmac We all bite something for a living I know not to rave and shout when I reach these places I bring children with me, just the right number Of pumpkins and I sing completely out of tune Buying up all the land around with my lucky sand dollars
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