If he stands
Let it bend
With a snap
And he’ll fall

To his hole
Straight from hell
Let it light
On his skin

Will he light
With our light
Like a star
Full of gas

Death to him
Death to art
Death to all
From his stage.



They thought they had the truth
It pumped their heads with air
But the truth don’t just walk
And talk for us to twist

But they twist
And then kiss
With a hiss
No more lease

There’s a bowl to be filled
With her youth for some rice
What a shame it’s not done
Cause a smell killed a nose

Or two
It seemed
But three
Made noise.