Caxton Vs The Fourth Estate

TO BE FAIR I NEVER REALLY TRIED

AND ON REFLECTION IT WAS JUST AS WELL

I TIRED OF WALKING ON THIN ICE

I'M INCLINED TO SAVOUR

THE FLAVOUR OVER THE SMELL

IT'S TOO MUCH EFFORT FOR ME TO FIGHT,

THE CONTRADICTIONS AND FEARS OF OTHERS

MY DESIRES ARE GREATER AND BLOOD RUNS THICKER

THAN THE SPERM AND SPITTLE OF WORN OUT LOVERS

AND IF THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD

AND THE INKWELLS HAVE ALL RUN DRY

WHO AM I TO CARE AS WE DAMP DOWN THE FIRES

CAXTON'S SPINNING IN HIS GRAVE, I WILL NOT CRY

FOR NOW I'LL LET A GREY SUN RISE

AMONG THE THICKETS AND THORNS OF MY PRIDE

LOOKING BACK WAS ALWAYS A GREATER SIN THAN LYING

AND YOUR CHEAP SHOTS DISLODGED THE SCALES FROM MY EYES