Solutions for the 21st Century Street Magician
You I can’t crack
Because you’re way behind
But when I’m in front of you
You seem almost blind
I’ve got a pair of fangs
A hidden rattle snake
Now I’m your owner
A dog that got baked
There’s two of you
Two of me
You have a secret
I can’t see
You smell the love
You smell the desire
Now follow me
Into the cage of fire
Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free. View more posts
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