Analysis of Haman's Song

I wanna tie you up with razor wire
Douse you with gasoline
Light a match
And kick you down the stairs
Play a little jump tune
As you're bouncing step-by-step
And warm myself
By the corpse sending off its flares

And what shall be done for the man
Whom the king delights to honor?
And whose delight would the king be
To honor more than me?
A royal robe, a royal crest
A horse parades me through the streets
A gallows fifty cubits high
To hang my enemies

I want to torch your house with a flamethrower
Roast marshmallows by the fire
And hope that when I do
You're trapped there in it
But that could be problematic
Because I know that you have pets
And I wouldn't want to harm them
For even just a minute

And what shall be done for the man
Whom the king delights to honor?
And whose delight would the king be
To honor more than me?
A royal robe, a royal crest
A horse parades me through the streets
A gallows fifty cubits high
To hang my enemies

I could mow you down, leave you where
Buzzards pick your carcass to the bone
Watch you in the rearview
Insignificant roadkill
But then I'd have to get the wheels aligned
And car wash folks might wonder
About the bits of brain and blood and hair
On the bumper and the grill

And what shall be done for the man
Whom the king delights to honor?
And whose delight would the king be
To honor more than me?
A royal robe, a royal crest
A horse parades me through the streets
A gallows fifty cubits high
To hang my enemies

So fifty cubits high am I
Karma brings around what goes around
The man the king delights to hang swings low
A royal robe, a royal crest
Horses parade my enemies and
A man will reap just what what a man will sow

And what shall be done for the man
Whom the king delights to honor?
And whose delight would the king be
To honor more than me?
A royal robe, a royal crest
A horse parades me through the streets
A gallows fifty cubits high
To hang my enemies

© John Kennan 4-6-14