Otro Mas

I’m an anthropologist in love, First rule to break. Red hair, Unknown tongue With the mind of wild Marx. Insanity. I plead for a cause. let me in, I’ll show you potential, Like un-altered uranium. I promise lands of green, Where pessimists dream. Neo-Moores’s Living in perfection I cultivate imperfect passion. You’ll lead me to your groom. Promise me protection From ignorance's broom. Sweeping over far cry’s and anti-capitalist moods. Off the “Pavement” I grew from your steps In shadows barely lit Enough for my anti-zeal to root