[Eŋg]

lol i doubt you make that coochie stir,
i'm forcing orgasms before i've even put it there,
i'm youthful, fair, truly rare and rustic:
beauties near to touch this,
tryna light the fuse on a fusilier's musket,
- i must be changing my topic: the brain is biopic;
silver screen - wooden spoon stays to line pockets.
guillotine, slickest sheen, see your reflection,
hope your head's still attached to the meatier sections
as the media beckons and in a sequence of seconds
the meeting respects some people you reckon
would really eject their
souls on their street if it was easy to sell them.
you've never seen seedier peddlers,
even in whore houses where raw trout's torn out despite bleeding infection.
one sells their body, one's selling others,
you ever put your life on the line for a friend or brother?
my mental shudders contemplating its fettered energy
so i enter sedentary and choose to spend what's left of me,
till i'm woken up by a right to my jaw. the fighting is for
my survival. or more? might be a pawn but i thrive in the storm,
its eye is the core where the cycle reforms:
a serpent eating its own tail is a sight to be awed,
'till i slice with a sword.