Little peon
In the bush
Please forgive me
As I push
My right mouse button
At your feet
For gargoyle gluttons
To eat your meat
Suck the marrow
From your bones
Before I send them
Carting home
Your shriveled skin
So when I'm done
I'll conjure in
Another one

But in return
I'll offer thee
My earnest, honest
Sympathy
The peon life
Is hard indeed
You chop down wood
And then you're feed.