A brief history of some of the infamous men…
…of this town
When the night unveils its shroud
To display the nudity of the day
I’ll tell you all about
The most infamous man of this town
Made of dust, cobwebs, and invective stream
That’s how artificial his background is
You wouldn’t dare to look him in the eyes
As they’re the black holes of the beast
Sayin’ one thing and doin’ another
Even if you observe him vis-à-vis
Tête-à-tête he’s not so bright
Havin’ in the legs, not in the head
Switchin’ his sides
Sayin’ one thing one day
And the next day
The same thing has the adverse dimension
Not even worth to mention
To anyone
Forgettable in the haze of unpredictability
Of his thoughts
Yet here’s a piece of advice
Straight from my heart
Don’t you ever make him frown
As he’ll retaliate for that
With the strength of his sword
Cuttin’ you in half
Till blood take over your place
With you non-existent, he could live
Peacefully in his self-made isolation
Made out of other people’s frustrations
Enragin’ him a lot
So, he’ll benefit
From any Spaniard’s company
Helpin’ him to rigidly state his point
Between the first and the last joint
*
To A. C.’s crowd
*
25 June 2021
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