Manny Colón Iv
Now this is just a talk with the metal man in the staircase.
Hairy roots dangle down to the tin of his bare face.
Grimace at the thought of my thoughts in a snared lace.
Barely movin, trapped, trot along at a snails pace.
Carry on, painted grey, got sad face.
Talkin through my teeth with a grin, got a bad taste.
Mention to this man, I got a plan for his heart case.
Nightmare in my voice, but a wizard in this damn place.
Man of straw got a heart but no brain, so I'll translate.
Telepathic with this plot. Now they can't wait.
Settle down, need a scalpel to unveil great.
Once myth, then legend, now called fate..