Integrative Analysis
They think they’re strong
I see them every day
Through their shielding windows
On their foggy way
Little tiny minnows
Behind some moving glass
Never stung by arrows
Laughing as you pass
In their bowls
They feel pretty kinglike
These edges of their life don’t feel like controls
Fed and sated yea they have waited to never have to hike
And here they are
Going so far
Each one a star
With its very own motorcar!
Going, going so far, yet enthroned kingly seated
And they know they swear they know they’re strong
Never greeted
By suspicion of maybe… wrong
Go along get along so its meeted
From one bowl to the next
How fancy are your limits, lets put them on
Just shoot me a text
Afore the last bowl at the dealership’s gone…
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