a winding song of fake

a wee faim

the unhinged
came at me today
it whinged
about what I had to say

I parried
fed its attempts
it rallied
but more unkempt

how many times 
has their kombi been dinged
how many crimes
has the zombi sat pinged

si j'espere
si je respond
madame mal mère
c'est encore mon monde

oh mars god of war
take this warring faim
embolden the poor
for I will not be le meme

not now, not ever