Aiete!

Aiete bass ass,
Where's the thump?
Whats the last?
Card you gonna trump.

What number you playing?
What level you at @
Who the devil?
Is tapping the mat.

What the matter?
All this brain clatter,
Focus pocus,
Locus in the cage.

Ferocious and bent,
Staggered away went,
The mad disease.
Of vanity calamity.

Open prides door,
Holds it once more,
Same as before,
It caves in.

Sound retreat as trumpants blare.
Unknown defeat seeping in the air.
Let the warning be felt.
The beast is loose.
No there nothing due.
No tie that binds.
Only a word so true.
Trust.
This I do.
FenniganT 7/7/10