Que Hablo

Que hablo Diablo? I missed that metaphor; All the smoke and mirrors, crazy like Dead Man’s Curve; Head on crash, it figures; Que hablo Diablo? Your tongue sounds so foreign; It’s way too seductive, listeners lose control; Is chaos the motive? Que hablo Diablo? Why’d you break your silence? Is it my fire you want? That righteous part of me described as termagant? Que hablo Diablo? You’ll never be granted the key to full access; I have an armored shield built of poet’s madness.