I'm a twat
And a frosty one at that
Ice pick tongue
And a sledge hammer hat
Bullet riddled conscience
Trigger heart trap
Try to find the eye
In the strange soul
Of the human stump
Comes the slump of the insane guy
Me mummy me mummy memummyencummium
And some arseholes aeolian harp
The same fucking wind that blew past harmony
Just settled on a cig butt and a half eaten tragedy
Scream past me you mother fuckers
Ring your clatter bells
Trains taxis horse machines and lighted tortured smells
Olfaturate my skippered brain
Into a soft lit dell
Sleep and by a sleep I mean to insist
On dodging slings and arrows
Through a fucked up me me mist

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