FAST FOOL IN FOOL Y As it grows to your face
Inside her womb
My mother’s taste
Sweeten than the god itself
Who say sweet?
Who dears?
Sells you mouth and teeth?
Your pride,
Away from maternal etiquette
So void, futile and red.
As his strength grows him mustache
And he knows hunger
He touched a car, he know her pain
And taste her bread
Sweeten than the gods It self
Who say sweet?
Who dears?
Who sells you mouth and teeth?
Let say honey
Let say hive
With our tongue
The one that sings all day long
And it will say sweeter than the gods
Then one day it will call my wife.
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