Rat Trip

Before i was literate, clever or smart,
before i began to look at writing as art,
I used to write poems with one goal in mind,
to rhyme and rhyming was my art consigned.
I used to write gross with the greatest of ease
the green slime of thine nostril did the lit gods appease,
porno words would spew forth almost naturally
like an ecuadorian pornographer who is now free
from the prison of hell in which he was kept -
for raping chihuahuas, he paid the ultimate debt.

It used to be easier, I am now out of form.
By the way, for the last month i have been sleeping in an infested dorm
where cockroaches come at the end of the day
and turn my brain into wannabe poet souffle.
Little has been written but i have considered much,
I may be a hippy but i'm not out of touch
so don't tune me or i'll break your face.
I'm El Hermo. I'm back without a trace.
Word.