scamdog

my heart is like a bowl of jello shots
turpentine and tobasco
strips of flesh stripped from the heels of my foes
fine finally I wager the sins of the collective make bread
oh yeah baby, oh yeah
'tis like a symphony of rotting flesh
fish of all sorts and color
raining down upon the linoleum tiles of your bathroom
pitter patter
whole wheat enthusiasm gushes from my gullet
I annoint you with praise
plays on my good nature
manure in my mouth
youth is wasted on the young
I will have your soft bits doing hard-time
you will scream
a lot
beg for my rubber mercy
I have a hang-nail