I woke today to remember my dreams.
I told them to me, I ruined my whims.
A cleric next block to him I ran,
Poured out with love as if he was my nan.
The moon that sent today away
Found the cleric gathering foes to a fray;
The boy must be caged or killed he say,
Oh Lord, in secrets, with whom can I lay?
I ran to the sheriff who hoists the law.
Hide me, save me, please lock the door!
Alas, he was gay, mounting me like his whore;
Oh Lord, how come that life is a war?
Aft’ I was stung by the sheriff in my slot,
To his home he invited the loathing lot.
They manacled, gagged and caged me like a chicken;
Yet, here I am, my guts still thicken.