My quill flicks are like writ’s strictures, get the needy addicted and abiding
My style exotic, your style necrotic
Your style bombs, audiences abscond like your breath’s noxious
My lyrical flows administered in strict dose are aboded by demons
The pious and priestly flee me, pagania in my golden fleece
I am that growth diseased; it grown from unclean seed; west’s east
Evil’s nightly surcease, descending to drain me
Training my brain for venality
They teach me ribaldries
Force me to smoke until I’m dribbling, all my sixes tripled
Trouble with me like with Harry, with Tribbles
Blood on the ballcourt, severed head I dribbled
Darkness outdribbling from my nib, a stick of sin
How much without, how much within
Of malignity, more than my fair portion
I am contorted, half aborted brought to term, fanny exhording
Hoarding cursed relics, reversed cross hangs at my chest
Satan’s son if I had to guess
Dad guesting on a track
You won’t lack fire anymore, you’re on the right track for that
You will bath in heat such as makes a sun elapse, collapsing
Like a chocolate egg in a faun’s lap.
My birth cert and house deeds signed in blood
I maintain youthful vigour bathing in Megiddo mud
My throat a fiend and trickster, my mind a tyrannical Remus
I am sent dreams by He dreamless yet sleeping
They have sent out me, retarded bard, to dim Christ’s image
I am the black mage below whom covens scrimmage like eels
Staring into ebon mirrors with pocked noses bunnyscrunched
Voice claiming to belong to Gabriel sure says cunt a lot
Gimpsuit pope in leatherstockings, his riding crop whistling
His fisting Caligulan in swiftness like a piston
I smoke fifteen piffs, write some lyrics then off drift to Nod’s gifts
Something outside my body animates me, makes fists, steers my wrists
Making pretty pictures, glyphs even I cannot decode, oceans in my head
In constant commotion, rings equalling draupnir’s maximum spread out
My eyes are the scout cameras of off-world denizens, scrying for answers
Chinks, weaknesses in our defenses, testing our capacity offensive
Testing are we pensive or aggressive, how best we are dealt with
Like a bad smell, they tend to agree, are we best withdealt forthwith.
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