Mouth of the Bull

Arrives on the scene, nervous as a buffalo.
He sheds a wintry layer off his knotty strands
in the dank ass jungle of costa rica but not

really, it's in panama. Es la pata del diablo.
You can't kill a single living thing there.

Lonely little love dogs, bocas del toro. Archipelago
is pretty reckless of Ovechkin, at the same
time, I have a fireplace, I'm not afraid to use it, etc.