sing to me, O muse, how you grew strong because of your tortang talong..
of the sursurrations running along your isle of langerhans,
of the saccharine scarabs gnawing at your hypothalamus.
render unto me, the croutons, that which belong to caesar's salad.
welcome me to the batcave in your head right now, right now. (right now. right now. :-P)

ni haw china boy
my fantastik buknoy
always looking pained and rigid everytime
you flash your constipatory smile
and you became that snag
that gave spice to the drag
that tight skin over your cheeks
and the stubbles under your lip
never fail to mesmerize me
or the friends that hound me
how heavy really is that self esteem of yours
that you can achieve such impossible concavity
your wrestler girlfriend crooks a finger
and the rest of your friends whimper
such deference and compassion and care
and whimpering faces eloquent of fear
you must really be so intrigued about simian origins
that you could conjure such savage taste for women