The Wannabe

A grey shadow in the foggy twilight

the corporal in a muddy old overcoat

cigarette butt between his yellow teeth

shaking on the cold platform

in a village far away from the main line

a frustrated subject

pathetic and troubled

yet...

a creature bloodthirsty

with nails broken and ill

still sharp enough to cause pain

if only gets on the wagon of power for a moment

a brief moment of glory

to sit near the place where the big dogs pee 

lyrics&photo: Xhabir Deralla