The Bit

This is for cows

It's not for the size of me

Into my mouth

Nine hundred and fourteen

Try some force

Try to lead

The foundling die is close determinate

Raise head and stomp the blood

I'm not even sound raide

I'm alive

I got the silver

And I wonder

What will you follow

When your head is not in order?

And I'm stomping, you're little

How can you laugh?

How can you lie awake?

Making me drive

Making my heart a

Not too fat

Not to lean

The foundling die, is close excitedly

Raise head and stomp the blood

I'm not even soundly