Number One Hiss Hooray Poem by ENO SUTRAMAN

She's hissing, spooking shadows at display with voiceless croon -
I'm hysterics, destroying myself, selling my soul to the Moon,
The audience is ravished fast holding her stashed
With nightmare dreams- kind of operatic mime suicide crashed,
I'm kinetics of your climax-boredom for sale trashed,
Tears remote control in black profusion Vaseline
Aged only seventeen, macabre, stumpy queen-
Hissing, chanting serpent teenager female
Fastest sprint to fame number one hiss hooray!