MY LITTLE GAME

I scoff  as both

and I’m so sloth

that wipe it off

with filthy cloth

I scorn your morn

since I was born

and storm my horn

on movie porn

no worn nor torn

aglow like crow

dear dirty lore

of bribing oath 

my tricks and chicks 

are fit and strip

 inebriate quick

the purest ship 

You strive and cry

you fly and try

you wrote the guide 

how live life wise 

Your love was wide

you stake your child 

and  sky cried eyes

to thirsty dry

when Jesus Christ 

was crucified   

You make me smile

still wailing – why ?!

man always dies

in web, like fly

and when man dies

the man is mine