A sweaty toothed madman, looks into my eyes-
With hunger, power, pride, and thirst,
insolence and disguise.
The sweaty toothed madman, begins to bite my nails,
With bloated bulgy human nature,
Expecting a recurrence.
A mighty mixture of anger, base and immobile,
The ring of magic, a realm of life,
Churns the paste of light.
Not so much on a wintry night, I expect so much more,
The sweaty toothed madman, wears a coat of holes.
He looks upon an eternity, the landscape of all parodies,
For I couldn't sing a melody to feather a community.