28th

I give you my morsel
I give you my spoon
I hand you my plague
, no more am I a fool
28 is my world leading number
Guess between 27 and 29 and thou, blossomed -headed stalks will be dismembered.
Those who rape and molest,  I'll have you know,
        My back is prepared , tied around my waist is a goose mattress. Just to peck your manhood.

I've come far from hell, you so-called world leaders
So far away it fucking rules and yet you ask of my crazies

What is normal?  What is normal?!  I know you see the plagues.  The plagues like mine. The locusts envy for my leadership.
A team of individuality.

And for the 28th time I have had it.
The 28th gibbons.

My hair seeks beauty

So your slivers of souls are its ribbons.