What would I lurk about?
Is it for the scourge,
Or the penury,
Would it be the desires quenched,
Our very Lords have abide,
Holding our movements in their arms,
It could be the empty belly we slept on,
That's what I would lurk about.
I drove all night on the sea,
Seeking the way out of this snare,
The cage called home,
Where men would be flogged,
With horsewhip on an empty stomach,
That the honorarium I got,
For being a diligent houseboy,
Seeking freedom from this scourge.