Nah Mate,
Some people have my blood.
By which I mean I’ve sworn them Blood Oaths.
They now have the right –
To call upon my aid.
’til the day I die.
Till The Earth,
I’ve already told,
Half dozen times,
Across A Thousand Poems.
What to do with all my pieces.
Figure it fuck out.
Don’t disappoint me.
Across A Thousand Poems.
