little Baby in the womb

littla fella in the womb,
you are named a freakish name!
Xhristian saints presume your soul -
yet you are Buddhist when you're old!

Twenty years of placeholder games -
A first name 'Boo' too often called
but a second Nick left undervalued.

Names too Manny for a billion passwords:
Juan cantaré for the Spanish girl,
A contracted version for kewler songs,
another Zip for returning roots,
a ghetto whistle when reborn.
One label of a first-unsexing,
a Durrty one for your biting dream,
a respectable Monsieur for the biz,
and still another for easy fools -
a fancied number for cyberfucking,
and one untold, for the Babygem.

How have your mummy murdered you
by ascribing a dad's life to live?
At moments birth a world-dictate
when Zee choice is within language:
Yuri, Erryn, Cyber-punk, Cool101-Moe-Hammed,
Zhiang Wei(gh) this crime before you die:
Shoot it Clint! In the middle of the eyes.

Can't you name yourself by one lone word
Not english, or Tolkien or Hollywood?
Twenty years of bounded voices -
innerselves of Tales untold.

Therefore Rocke-fella I implore
be a nameless warrior till you Know,
one excellenté word however alien
be it so cryptic but beautiful:
Lives to live are bound by names
but never ever if by Choice.