Iron bird, place the peg

On your nose and press your hair

Pale Beyonce dances

Uncertainly with clowns

 

Blonde power Olympic salute

 

Curl your fingers around mine

On a dancefloor of angels

I am so angry that those lies

Still dominate those folks

 

To cut into the last horizon

Fragmented thunderstorms

 

I was scared to death

 

Clicking heels

High boots

Short skirt

Eating chips.

 

Humming celestial music across sutras

Of emptiness

Presenting a path

Of enlightened living

 

Hatred breeds when media condemns

 

Enough is enough, you angry Joker.