On a halcyon day with nothing to do
He cometh riding by
The psychopath on a cycle path
Orbiting traffic bones
With corybantic laughter
And picayune awareness
Imagining the slaughter
Of all peasants
Rhapsodic execution
As he’s switching gears
The psychopath on a cycle path
Orbiting traffic bones
Equipped with orgulous grace
And a load of viridity
Ego á gogo
Svengali of the pavement
Upscale cladding
Insipience beneath
The psychopath on a cycle path
Orbiting traffic bones