Pay The Piper Poem by Andreas Vanezis

Screaming from the last of your breath,
Looking up, wandering if he has debts.

Castrated in this side show,
Received far too many low blows.
There's only so much he could take,
When there's so much up for stake.

Now let him feel his wrath,
Of a sordid past.
How could it ever come to this,
Lingering like p*ss.

You can't grope there pain,
Like, we could never know what depraved that brain.
Like, You will never shew that your sane,
Like, he can't stop the buzz of doing 80 in your lane.
But, we see of a chaste stain.

The problems you have caused, are so deep.
You got man competing on these cold streets.
Your playing the devil's greatest trick,
But, really who's the pr*ck?

Why do we pay a piper price in a paper piper's play?