As the monster stood before his colleagues, he sang
angelically
and wiped the blood off his fangs
the papers on the boardroom table were stained
from corpses
piled on top of them slain
one monster yelled at me
"you've got the brains!"
and traced his claw along the table's woodgrain
it smelled like leather, Old Spice, and pain
his assistant, when yanked by choke-chain,
explained
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
The assistant crouched at the monster's feet
proudly
in a puddle of urine and meat
the monsters all howled at the morning spreadsheet
above cacophonous screams from below in the street
the gargoyles that guard the building weeped
I quietly calculated routes for retreat
one beast stuck his talons out as if to greet
and said "welcome to the good life, son. take a seat"
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
The beast who was frothing between his tusks
said "they work it, we run it. they shouldn't fuss.
the order of things is basically just"
I heard cheers from the creatures trapped in the air ducts
I told them to smother in their mountains of stuff
and headed to the elevator door in disgust
they said "you've forgotten. you're one of us"
I looked down at my tail, rattled it, and I cussed.
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
We've got a lot to teach you, Cassius Green
We've got a lot to teach you
We've got a lot to teach you
We've got a lot to teach you
We've got a lot to teach you
