yawning at the snake

Have a bite of our machismo
No, I’m good without bravissimo
But we have much prize in store
For a propagandized whore

No, thanks much, I’m good
You can watch your puppets bleed more
I’ve known truth since the beginning
Calling shots from the first inning

Do you know what you’re subjecting
to your
prophetic conjecturing?

See, I don’t really care
Because while I care for humanity
I can see through
purported daydreams

And just like yours, my friend
My game is long until the end-

The only difference is,
I’ll have my soul
And have my bliss.