Legions, 
Mosquitoes 
If I ever 
Bleed cold

In my jean coat
Buzz like 
Pinot grigio

Teeth soaked 
As things
Fling, throw,
Ping!
Beaned,
Toast.

I mean though, 
If the dots don't fly out,
The rocks gon' cry out,
They gon' need rehab, 
Amy Winehouse. 

Shots'll sing sweet
Like a sultry seductress, 
Crock careens cretins, 
Crumble cultish curmudgeons! 

Up to nothing good
Like a bump on the face 
Making mountains 
Out of moles
A blemish darkens
 the human race 

Need Dora Milaje, 
Parlez-vous français? 
Can't protect liberty
Spawning hate 

What you 
Breed you feed,
What you
Seed you reap,
Want greed and grift? 
Well, you'll be equipped!

When you're on your knees
Screaming,
"JESUS, PLEASE!
I NEED TO LIVE!"
You'll finally feast 
Where evil is.