A Prelude to the Fall (of the Bantam)

The deep is calling, the greens whispering
The bantam hesitates but only for a second
"There's no time to waste," says the phantom
"Many are dying and you're on top
Although too far-fetched, it's better to give-in
See the poor Ka Bel, he fell while working
Don't ever work manually let your mind do the work
Now it's time to spoil the body that holds the brain
You deserve everything just accept the fate the gods etched
Your fall is not in the horizon and you've got a steady gait
Your laughter makes me secure keep up the ante
The morons do not mind, too busy planning
You are 10 steps ahead, and the giant carries you when you're tired
Live it up fall's too far unaffected by gases
Dig in that's how you were brought up
You've got to dig in for you can fit in my rotten molar's cavity"

The phantom laughed and patted the bantam in the ass

And so the dreamy gal plods on as if on air as the people weep