Cuando estas  muerto,
quiero su alma para mio.
Porque
Su alma es como el sol
Sin caprichos

Quiero saber que tu alma es para mi
Quiero que me asustes con
Lo radiente y lo bello de tu ceguera


This poem is a collaboration. Second couplet was assisted by Atalanta Undigested & Edourdo Siller

I popped a sprocket on the wheel.
And now their voices fill my head,
With songs and cruel & unusual
What in hell did I Do to deserve this?

I was blessed to have resolve to withstand,
Until they started to manoever me towards the gallows
Had to hold fast and tightly to my belief in peace
To listen for the whispers saying wait for me.

Marched right into my head, and
Started giving orders like they owned it.
Employee monitoring was state of the art.
I warn you, don't make me

Individuals and flibbertygibbets
need their privacy.
You think I'm all fun and games,
But I have a serious dark side.

You say your life is an open book.
We don't thynk you'll ever pass muster.
So let's just rifle thru her head
then dust her.

Someone keeps shaking my tree
And rocking my world.
Lief, trunk, limbs full of unfinished work
I am barking mad with it.

Baring teeth, snarling and howling,
Still they keep ******* back.
I call their game Diamondback, Python,
Buck and let the cameras roll on.

*******, ******* for peeking our Game
You're playing against Queen Roo,
I dispatched the Conqueroo
They made sauce of you.

I showed you how this game is played
We don't entertain snakes.
Hop, shuffle, step, fa lap, step, stomp
You had set the wheel in motion.

You're merely a time step to take back.