...

Cheque for the song.

Bred wrong.
Bred stupid.

Bred hard and bred vulnerable.

The little boy raised on Beowulf and rifles,
Raised on raw meat and racism,

Only to make an enemy 
Out of every opportunity.

The little boy accustomed to hard knocks and "Pyrrhic" victories.

He is no little boy now.

He has seen things now.
He has done things now.

He wears stripes now.

He carries old wounds and celebratory memories.
He files teeth and tows false innocence -

The young Man he is now,
The three legged omega,

The backed into a wall kind of monster.

If he makes it to old age the bear he might one day be -
Mourning bad victories and tempting peacock enemies.

The raw meat eater.
The bone breaker.

The self absorbed animal made by isolation and hate.

The Frankenstein's monster.
The wrong kind of Prometheus.

...

See, anyone can masturbate with the English language.