Zodiac, it is quite clear, you lack the depth to see,
The one behind the looking glass, it is not you, it's me.
Ive drawn you from the abyss and look now what you've done,
You claim I call out others, but see yourself old son.

A clever game you play, to publicize my hellish state,
How truly right you are, I've passed through the gateless gate.

Your existential poetry, its quite aloof indeed,
I wonder what you're smokin' , and if you guard it with greed.

Though I welcome your suggestions, as they expose your pride,
And we shall see how this unfolds, and let the fates decide.

Not all music echoes sweet sounds, not all rhythms rhyme,
You wish to dance, so here's your chance, for your poetry to shine.

To teach your way for all to see, you must have the best hand,
However I will call your bluff, as the best poet in the land.

At first you seem so innocent, "my dear Das" with your charm,
But then you rear your ugly form, so go back to your farm.

Your attempt to rob this poet, was pathetic and quite cheesy,
And the only problem with killing you is it would be too easy,

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Aeguary, in the year 524 AF.