Prick it in the fire

I don't give a fuck 
About this world 
I ain't gonna play that game
You - yes you 
You're trapped in a chain 
Of socially debilitating haircuts 
Pissing off the bridge 
Of redundant youth 
Fashion is a flea 
In a dead man's space suit 
Chewing on scabs 
Like cud from an udder
Tastes like shite 
Congealed tripe 
I dont often use that word
Cos it reminds me of mother 
So when I do use it 
It reeks of pain 
Kill it with a dildo
Prick it in the fire 
Penetrate jane doe
Heaven is a liar
They love to taunt you 
With psychology 
With guilt with beatings 
And other televisual treats
Meanwhile in toy town  
I need to eat you 
From the cathode ray 
Oscilloscope oscillating 
Fuzzily 
Lick your static electricity
off the fluffy sparkling screen
Let me eat your cake 
Your taste of honey 
Your lemon 
Your cherry 
Your cream 
Your meat 
Your waste of money 
The bitter taste of your defeat 
Let me devour 
Your ripples 
Your succulence 
Your weight 
Your fortune cookie 
Your deceit 
Let me inside 
Your fur and feathers 
My buzz 
My geek 
I don't give a fuck 
about this world
Burn me
At your feet. 

2018