Poema em Português

In the morning  the  urge 
of writing in Portuguese is intense
Hearing Gatekeeper 
Softens the Temptation  

Five minutes to day singing,
And so let's write plausible,
Structured nonsense
World's economy is a myth
Experts intentional illusion
Of something else they forget
Having us all to be 

inserted In a anonymous nightmare  

Bodies exalt themselves  

Sex is pure argumentation
Wearied in rubber protocols
So meticulous and calendared
I just live in fear, to fear or to have not. 
In the middle of the night I am out or within temptation?