Guyute was the ugly pig
  who walked on me and danced a jig
  that he had learned when he was six
  then stopped and did some other tricks
    like pulling weapons from his coat
  and holding them against my throat
  he lectured me in a language strange
  and scampered quickly out of range
    I'm bouncing like a newborn elf
  I can't remain inside myself
  Guyute glances in my eyes
  and manages to hypnotize
    me as I sleep the sleep of death
  he suck from me my only breath
  that I had breathed since I was ten
  I hope this happens once again