With them?

If your with them...

If you´re with em don´t hint in objects
Don´t trace romanic innuendos with your pen
Go to recognition where he plays with intolerance
the sick dog

If you´re there sharpening the fine saw
Cut a piece of yourself out and give it to us
A souvenir of a muse
We´ll post it discoloured with words that make no sense

From minds that open like mongol tents
from voices that have travelled the earth in justice´ echoe.

If you´re with them don´t forget to insult us before you leave
We never promoted the ego stroke as potent
We never gave you a simple cure
There´s no medicine for us real poets
We aren´t even lucky enough to know the name of our disease

Each of us afflicted
Leave us so they can put you on the drip
Put you on a frittery flattery pan
Oiled up like fried chicken

If you´re with them
show us your middle finger
Recite some stoic embrace of jibe
If I ever catch a real whiff of you

I´ll bite through your soul
midnight floaty
wonna-ci on you