Feed Of Man

You beat up a butcher and you bleed a man

You bang up and badger and blood let a man

Then I come along on the feet of man

And half way laugh and cry 'bout the meat of man

And I do what I can to bale string and tie

Some ballad truths up cured out for the feed of man

Folks try to tell me that it's on god's orders that you bleed your man

It's on god's good word that you bleed your man

On god's plan print that you dead a man

Or skip and curse and whip your man

I say, "I'll help you squeeze and fix yourself

Up a, a new kind of god of some kind"

One that tells you, fertilize and multiply

One that tells you, outsow and outflow

Outplant and outgrow, outdo, and outrun

And outclimb, and outspread

Every other tree and bush and brushy fruits and flower petals

Outfruit them all for the feed of man

Oh outstalk and outhunt and outthink

For god's own sweet sake, outthink, outthink

Outthink the fruits, outgrow these animal kind

And shapes of man, if you miss and go down

Your dust will turn up on that long hot job, once more again

To help in the feeding and the seed of man

And not in the bleeding and the end of man