Shouldn’t I Lord it

Shouldn’t I Lord it

She lied first 

I can afford it 

This be the worse

Fi without sci 

Bottomless pit 

Deeply insuperable 

Turned rat-sick 

I am despicable 

Do something drastic 

excorcise me

At your discretion 

Come and see 

Whilst I burst 

Incongruously 

borealis spurts 

of florid exposition

All over the carpet 

Like a cathode beam 

that never sets 

How can you love this

Which makes an ounce 

A vestige 

A flicker

Of sense 

Only the strings 

Pendorecki strange 

which mutate

And the irrational 

Farce of behavior 

Only the lurid 

And incongruous 

Only that 

The intricate and dangerous 

Nothing more 

Cat got ya tongue love 

Fur ball and grass 

Shouldn’t I lord it 

This be the hearse 

I can accord it 

Full discretion 

All the plaudits 

In my possession 

Shouldn’t I lord it

Twist or stick 

Sorry to retort it 

Treat or trick 

Mischief night 

Banger in ya pie 

Fifteen pints 

Penny for the guy

Shouldn’t I lord it 

Reckon I durst 

Bed and board it 

She died first 

Rum and sordid 

We are the cursed

Run and sort it

Thus we rehearse.

23/05/20

Illustration irina Savina