La Lengua

Lengua as it is known 

Took a beating to my groin

Sown with thorns while the

Damned wail uncontrollably and moan hysterically

Known as The City, pity

Getting by is to scheme cleverly  

The soft melodies and punk 

Anarchy are gasping to life and 

Attention, who's the one with 

The deficit, no need of predicate

Admonish the lipsticked and dragged 

This is a safe haven for 

Those shunned ravens and ragged 

Douchebags, oh, the pleasures are brim 

Perverse are the styles of 

Sin that billows the stage of 

Fear, Mission tones and harmonic 

buffoons cocooned in their gloomy rooms

Tainted yellow fingers, known as La

Lengua, acquainted the wicked roam