I've shared spit with many
Like Pusit melting under Kamikaze Tsunami
I conceived Slumdogeaters
Little Manilaners from their Quarters
Bahay Negrito dugo
We've been hustling feverishly
For El Dorado Street credibility
Ever since the Battle of Mactan
When planting brown rice was never fun
Seedlings were Gringo salt water cures
For barren Dragons – torture chambers
Cannot stand and cannot shit
Won't cave in just a tiny bit
Kapitan Tobeniano Ealdama,
Agbaras still burns
Slam Snipers aim for puke
Consider it Method Poetry
Grinding stereotypes into garlic stems
Decapitated fish puncture bamboo skewers
Tongues entwine Mestizo
Faces painted Lapu-Lapu
When it comes to Pop Prophecy
We can't be arbitrary, akhi
Either we honor both branches of tainted livestock
Or we're just slash-and-burn mga Anak
Whose aswang-dybbukim
Lure us toward oblivion
Tabo kehilah
Our cannibal Kabala
Devour Haman