Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Conquistador (Verse)

I hadn't eaten dinner yet
  all alone in my minaret
  when I found a cheap guru on the internet.

Suffering an emo siege
  My only hope for protection was in
  astral projection, but the selection was dense,
  its scope immense,
  an intense variety of sites and message boards -
  hoards of AV advice.

Now I pop my wrist with a rubber band
  to release my inner Clubber Lang
  and yell "Pain!" before I whoop the shit out of it
  and tell it "you got your chance, now give me mine."