Fatal Visions with Mac “The Dagger” Macdeath
What is this swagger I see before me?
A rival to my standing? Come,
let me camel clutch thee.
I reach, but close my hands on air,
a wrestler of the mind, a false contender
proceeding from the heat-oppressèd ring?…
You can get the rest of the poem and the playlist at The Drunken Odyssey.
