Chicken Feet

You need to let yourself go 

you need to loosen up.

You’re perfectly safe and just need some fun,

Have you drugged my food?

No I’ve drugged your cup.

La Llorona, don’t look down, don’t listen, don’t drink old haggard pots. 

But my mother has seen real death without the need of a frigid absconse.

So relax I’m perfectly safe beneath the smirking moon.

Still, woman or witch? but tonight will not do,

My boy clamors and cries for something old and new.

He won’t get it, fear wins, the veil was long stripped

so again like tonight tomorrow and the next day I’ll tidy up and sit.