I see him, he's reaching
I meet him, he's leeching
I thunder, retreat, I see him, God forbid
I prepare my gig, party's on, runaway kid
He's in my net, don't fret, I own a new pet
Take a bite from the red, your system bled
Your info's dead, the viruses spread
My theft it fed, now it's time to behead
'Run, crack, hack, take it back?
Shit's whack, just cut me some slack'
Headless pie with red mask
Tastes good, fulfills it's task
Need no cable should you ask
Enjoy my red masquerade
And don't show that you're afraid
Buddy, you just got played
By my pi homemade
YOU ARE READING
📖 ...SURREAL 📕
PoetryCollapsing under the weight of my winged words I see my soul tripping over alter-egos