A little piece of nothing

where no-tie

Ties men wrap round their necks

They remind me of dog leashes

No more playing as it pleases

In the fields of freedom games

I've rarely seen a god, man or dog

Gladly fastening confines

But the master of nibbles and coins

To lick his hands, most resign

As if there was no other life

But out there amongst the streams

It howls to the moon at midnight

Dog and men shiver in dreams.