Pride: plurality of the singular
You’ve got the claw,
I’ve got the fang
What we have most of all
Is knowing we do this
Four hoofed, four pawed
All think they can be winged
Stop their spinning and tuck away
When we’re on the periphery
Center stage a brute force act
Memory of the script primordial
Audiences feign they live through chatter
Yet worn groove shows they live through us
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