spartan queen

O stars and dreams of languid torpor

How dare you denigrate my indolence

By which means God has deemed

I won’t be tortured

By the world the flesh and her instruments

You ripped my heart out thank you

(for the ha bloody ha-ha comic timing)

I got shot of it not a moment too soon

It needed defrosting

Lightening

        Purifying

Spasibo Bolshoi baby

You gave me this most beautiful moon

And to think I almost gave up

       Trying

To beat it within an inch of its life

The heart the heart you twittering loon!

O Spartan Queen of my projection

Behead me please and keep the tongue

If you wish my Columbina

Go withdraw your grace and favour

Have me turned over 
to the wolves in the pine woods

Like a puddle of piss left to the sun

I want it I want it to be so baby  – 
it’s just what I’d really like

Kill me quick and let me haunt 
your gracious bloody majesty

How I love your fucking spite.