The Last Annunaki

The speakers blaring, telling me the world is mine.

Started to believe it when I gave up the swine,

started feeling better when I went full Alkaline.

Had a couple bad dimes trying to steal my shine

but got tingles in their spine once they crossed the line

and started to realize that NATO don’t shine

 

Bitch I glow!

 

Time makes me better like your favorite Bordeaux.

Arms wide open like I’m back in Rio de Janeiro

blessing everyone with knowledge like Jean-Jacque Rousseau.

and I wrote this poem here so that you may know

that the legend of the last breathing Annunaki continues to grow.

R.R.S.

 

 

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