you took the bond
to be on your own
making me a Kong
as King for how long?
you breath, you talk
you even walk,
but all you've got
is shalk.
such a pretty face
on an ugly race
in a marathon
for disgrace.
I wanna caress you,
make you shy
for then I plead
to be on your side
as I congratulate
the sad, miserable
and ashamed existence.
Vasco Pompaelo*
A form of cultural prostitution and social suicide
