A man is dead. How can you think about chicken kiev at a time like this?

In the wings like an understudy

When his master’s having trouble singing

Door after door like we’re doing dingers

Or trying to get endorsed, vote me for winner

Warm indoors but colder outside than icy December nighttime New York

Disturbed your dinner when we came in, food on the fork

You were about to run out, first resort, that much was plain

Expected visit, no invitation, because you didn’t ask me to expound

Health Inspector rep, have rats, so they hate to see me coming ’round

No explanation needed be found

Keys to kingdoms, keys and pounds

I pulled the last remaining chair out and sat my ass down

Chicken kiev, mash in a mound like dreams of where a UFO’s coming down

Sauce parsley, sourced from behind the garden shed

Heard you yell out when you saw me, heard by all Barnsley

Knew that you were gonna get it, our intention was harmful

You yellow bastards almost fell out your chairs

Like recalcitrant, thrice-warned students swinging, two feet in the air.

You picked the wrong man to fall out with over shares

Famed for callousness

Nice guy but try me I get gallas

I can make a molehill into the size preferred in Dallas

Uncomfortable silence

Like a new guest overshared, chose violence and drank nine

Internally ironing out their lies, waiting for me to surmise why

It all comes back to me; magnet awaiting the arrival of iron filings;

Me plus nobodies tripping, sure as shit like shit around flies.

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