Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves, Now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax, Footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect We should have covered our tracks. But we see what's underneath, the empty Threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests We speak a dead language, written in sand. We Need a new lexicon, devils be damned. Now M.B.A.'s twist the DNA I guess the kids have had their say. No Way