JAWS

Aw, with this weather?

Let the bombs rain

Warmth come forth for

Those without a blanket

Merry where the cisterns leak

They will hug calabashes

And gamble away sanity

Like Zacheus, of Jenta Mangoro

They pay the taxman of spirits

And kill the fake heart within

Those without a heart fall

Within Jaws - the city from chaos

Where anyone with some cash

Gets to thrust at Jaws

Sensitive mandibles between legs

There it burns the most

The rampaging fire in his tap

Seeking to be doused