Oh, here they come now,
The rooster creeping up slow.

Sneaks by on glitter, and how,

We dine today on jet black crow.
What a world with beautifully broken people,

How a place like this can be, with so much to go around.

Climb from rough to the stop of that steeple,

Oh no, another long way down for all.

Rule of roost the biggest liar,

Hold your heart against the fire.

Hold us in a trio as we pray for different relief,

Cock in the henhouse, everyone I know has a thief.

Rule the roost but still recall, nothing’s perfect and so we crawl…

…right back into the farmer’s blade,

They all rule the roost and we are/I am just warm shade.

–Thomas Spychalski