Etiqueta Negra

He was coming fast, very fast and a wheel came off
from him, who was the king of this jungle.
A wheel came off...
His heart was not a hotel
(even though that rumor spread)
and today he has one among other crosses
in this always cruel forest.
He left a bill begging to be spent
like a leaf drifting into your same murky river.
Among amulets and talismans, his destiny defied
if his nose grew in size, it promised more.
He never stole from anyone
(nobody in particular)
he earned a stye of a third eye
and his nose bled.
There were no caresses for his Moorish zeal
and now he watches the flowers grow from below.
He got away!