el muerto de los payasos

I don’t like clowns at all

Coming to intrude on your spaces

With chaotically painted faces

Asking you to love them, (begging)

& feed them your attentions,

Add fuel to their desires & affections (fuck!).

When there’s no substance there, there (sauce-less)

Only lead painted led astray

Doubling in number & overwhelming your systems (oppressor!)

Kaleidoscope of crazy & disorienting little bitches

(But not bad ones.)

Called me Ms Piggy because I like numbers in the bank

The clear Pig is you (oink) bitch, you stank!

In the a.m. getting turnt up before wheels up

Then, rolling back around with a fresh stack of BS (bullshit!)

Never wanna, gonna quit.

Keep working til you’re dead ass bitch (rip dickhead)

Huff, Puff & expand your mind (ass bitch)

Only to find delusion & lies

Even some of mine still lingers on your lips

When I say “everything is fine” &

You breath it all in (sucker).

Intoxicated, obsessed, consuming, & Possessive (Possessed!)

But never to possess me (thee kurre)

Because why would you tether such a beautiful, free-spirited thing

To something sinking, sad, & suffering

All in the wake of your cold, blue ocean.

All that shimmers in the light isn’t pretty, golden-eye

Let it go, let it down, down, down, let it drown

It can already swim alone (if willing)

& I fly free in spirit & in body & in mine.