text: Splashing hot flesh magenta
  Tears on his clay face
  Set solid in cool breeze, grey skies between slips of grace
  Concrete and bust logos, on corrugated rib cage
  My heart stopped beating for awhile some would say
  They want all of us conditioned, some more aware than others
  She spat two-foot traditions, had plenty of lows
  I was undercover that day, wearing a long coat of beige
  I commit to my burnt edges and ended up asleep
  To the irreversible, a moment in dribble
  She was lost under god, big women swallow the underdog
  I took to the last escape pod, I saw her flee
  Kept bulging, pulsating, was not able to agree
  For her five abortions later, at the ego center
  She flashed hot flesh magenta, chewed the regal placenta
  All I had in mind was my own agenda
  I laced my shoes and took to the world, another adventure