Description
You see fairies I see flies,
Something must be wrong with your eyes,
Look at this thorn, can you guess the size?
Droplets of blood to fertilize:
Prick your finger, lick the wound,
Some look harder, some just swoon.
No need for clocks: we are nearing noon,
Flora getting thirsty, tongues ballooned.
Snaky supplies of life filled guys,
Gluttony driven, they fantasize:
Look at the flower, they magnetize.
Going any nearer would be unwise.
“But it's calling: calling me,
Can't resist the moaning plea,
Itching like a band of fleas,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to flee”
Press your knee to the floor,
Shake your spirit to the bones,
You made a forest out of Tetra Briks,
Can't fool me with your silly tricks.
In the mix better put some sticks,
No need to brag it's enough with six.
You thought this wasn't bout politics,
But nature´s got a right to cut some dicks.
Home is right where the red heart is,
Free that fella behind your ribs.
Rotten muscles make fizz-fizz-fizz,
Heaven's music for the worm´s nariz.
Pipi-pasta, carpe diem,
Memento mori de cero a cien.
Salsa made from naturaleza,
Fungi, pesto, milanesa.
Come around sit around the mesa,
Raise your glass says mama Teresa,
And listen closely si esto te interesa,
Or if your guilty conciencia pesa:
Some call home what you call empresa,
With their tears you fill your represa,
And crown yourself as a green princesa,
With toxic farts with sabor a fresa.
No need to worry about golden crowns,
Rotten beauty only grows with time.
What-today-we-call-prime is just baby slime,
Fingers crossed and well dressed in thyme.
I am sure for someone you´ll taste sublime,
When you are covered with moss and grime!
Cherry-picking, juicy fruit,
All your parts will be there to loot!
KILL COUNT +14