Feed of man

If you
Beat up, butcher, and
You bleed a man:
If you bang up and badger and
Bloodlet a man
And then I come along
On the feet of man
And half way laff and cry 'bout
The meat of man,
And I do what I can to
Bale string and tie some ballad truths
Up cured out
For the feed of man
And
Folks try to tell me
That it's on God's orders
That you bleed your man
It's on God's good word that you
Bleed your man
On God's plan print
That you dead a man
Or you spit and curse and whip
Your man
I say I'll help you fix and
Squeeze yourself up a new kind of a God
Of some kind
One that tells you
Fertilyze and multyplye
One that
Tells You:
Outsow and outblow,
Outplant and outgrow
Outdo, and outrun, and outclimb, and out spread
Every other tree and bush
And brushy fruits and flower petalls
Out fruit them all
For the feed of man
Out stalk and out hunt and out think
For God's own sweet sake, out think! Out think!
Outthink the fruits
Outgrow these animal kind and shapes of man!
It you miss and go down
Your dust will turn up on that long hot job
Once more again
To help in the feeding and the seed of man
And not in the bleeding and the end of man.