sneaking in a pharaoh's crypt

i think in tangos;
singing, drinking
vodka-flavoured
haikus, but this
isn't some haiku
you can fuck up;

this is cleopatra
doing a famous
egyptian dance
in a pyramid of
a jackal, a black
servant to the lord
of the mummies--
unwrapped gold
for graverobbers
reincarnated
in a tomb fit
for a king or
a queen like
yourself, but suck it

because i live in the nile
and you just live in denial
and these tombs
and catacombs
aren't big enough
for dead skin cells
(you were always
like a desert, with
a dry dry sense of
humour, as scarabs
fornicate on top of
your sarcophagus)

the sphinx has no rhythm,
and i'm no snake charmer,
but for the first time this era,
could you please be my cobra?