Ten thousand Ninjas

Watch me
Speed of a thousand ninjas
Fingers flash
Like flashing fingers

Im not mad
But the world is; at me
And I dont care
The drugs smoke past me

Burning books
The Hitler fan-club
Are my friends
Congregating against me?

Are those knives
In backed hands for me?
And I think
to myself

At least I have the speed
of Ten thousand ninjas
To see me
Through, the
Day.