the few words that I still know,

they are questioned,

then, I should translate!

could we control this riot?

the domination of want

treacherous people with expandable eyes

the taste in their mouths is like rust

the few words that I still know,

they are questioned,

then, should I translate?

harsh passion of our determination who to trust?

the carnage in communication

a physical compulsion

to strum a thumb that act like plungers @ a 1000 mph 

the few words that I still know,

they are still questioned,

then, I should translate!

they wish for a new violation

who will force us with the edge of the scimitar?

full, with the grease of doing it every day

throw it on the hibachi lite it with the blaze of stars

the few words that I still know,

they are questioned,

then, should I translate?

they say, “What if I scanned a photo of the Rose of Sharon on the road!

I ask you would that bring Jack Kerouac back into the attack!

Who are they to say, that it is okay for Obama to use his dick as a drone?

Let me translate, when it is time to lead, plant a seed, not a bone, man, mind your own!