[at last, Disipia finds himself face to face with his own duality, via the fabled Dragon Man. a showdown ensues, the likes of which we must all undergo eventually.]

you've travelled many miles, just to face me now / pounded gravel, and unraveled many tasty styles / if it's battle of the wits that you wish, then so be it / don't be a bitch, and if you feel different, i don't see it / behold the devil's pedigree, the only way to best me is to better me, man of letters? better be the letter V / for Vanquished by a Vendetta, wickedly / with wittiness & wizardry really just to Vouchsafe your Victory /

i'm... sick with the flow, it's really borderline miracle / sick with the flow, it's nearly borderline venereal / the way i caress the muse is right next to sexual / you're left to test test tubes for residue, deese testicles / aha! caught you lackin’ on the path walkin backwards / spells lackin’ action, really just talkin’ back words / trapped within the dark side of xanadu, you sack-a-poo / black and blues, by the man in black, the rap whackadoo / crack a witch's brew if you must, guzzle a bottle / puzzle over how to muster just a touch of bravado / follow the leader, off the edge of a cliff, leaping lemur / little premie graduated, it seems, to teen dreamer / from your teens into your twenties you were hungry, no longer / on the other side of thirty, you're weak, i grow stronger / does your untimely demise define surprise / just because it has arrived in a reflective disguise?!

hey now,
a part of me acknowledges you're partially true / if you're a part of me, then pardon if i'm partial to you / in the sense that you’re defeatable, deflateable / your argument's debatable, of little consequence since we're relatable / strangers, with strange & interchangeable behaviors /
you embody me, so martyr me, i'll still remain the savior / and there the outer me goes, attackin’ my sub-conscious / a shouting match, ego versus lack of self-confidence /

i sized him up judiciously, with caution my guide / surely his hardened up exterior would soften inside / i felt the blood tides rising, like a geyser to the brim / swallowed my pride, until i vomited the fire within / i said "your skin may be scaly, the chin beneath your wicked grin hairy / but are you really scary? not really! / your more facade than god, sportin’ that mask and cape / hide ya pussy face, i guess the curtains match the drapes? / at my last supper you'd pass the plate, judas iscariot / hatchet to bury, carried on my back for your fate / i’m set to give you this work, jerk, smirkin’, check your smile / i'll wreck your style, leave your rectum defiled, irreconciled / like the differences between us, foul gobbler of penis / sip a goblet full of giant's nut, garnished with witches weenis / for the squeamish it's not, all that jealousy within thee's unbecoming / got your color turning greener than pot!

hey now,
a part of me acknowledges you're partially true / if you're a part of me, then pardon if i'm partial to you / in the sense that you’re defeatable, deflateable / your argument's debatable, of little consequence since we're relatable / strangers, with strange & interchangeable behaviors /
you embody me, so martyr me, i'll still remain the savior / and there the outer me goes, attackin’ my sub-conscious / a shouting match, ego versus lack of self-confidence /

we charged hard towards each other, with the air as our ground / and in the middle we collided, without making a sound / my sword and wand were now gone, as if they never were there / i guess their purpose was to serve as courage nurturers, fair / it didn't matter as i felt my being shatter in shards / slicing the dragon man to ribbons through his armor and guard /

and then the strangest thing happened, though predictably so / the little pieces of our beings merged, continual flow / friend or foe, were now but relative terms between the two of us / it's ludicrous, i know, the only question now is who to trust? / good or bad, yin or yang, night or day, black or white / a tight spot, like choosing either afterlife, or back to life / i knew not what to make of it, slice of life served up / life can throw a pretty mean curve, yup, werd up! / i was grateful for the victory, and not to sound thankless / to be frank i felt anguish that my foe was never vanquished /

so much as added onto my Disipia persona / what's trippier than missing home? missing the inner loner / incipient confusion now creeped in / this would-be recipient of resolution beleaguered to seep in / meek as the sheep skin, masquerading lupine / i shuffled down the cliffs edge, one body of two minds / made my way gingerly up to the castle door / unaware of what i'd find there, awaiting in store /

it's time to face my fate, i'm sure of it.