Family & Tax

I stitched closed; the worm gut

Together,

So We can conquer the worlds hearts’

Of loveless ‘clever’.

I forgive master for inflicting such

Misery, on to me.

When I’d forget the decision to explore

Into his mental prison,

If I could be.. But a horse and two Halves.

be the foal performing the

Hemicorporectomy.

In a perfect procedure.

I’ll have no doors, just windows.

But more of less on any given Sunday.

Ain’t I not to be unsure of that!

Nothingness.

Bet your life it’s a

Double negative.

But a warning. Or a threat.

Does humbleness spit blood

Onto your cheek,

Like a kiss.

You sink into the depths of mud.

Whilst I liven to the fear

The grip, hands laid on me.

With certainty; your pitch...

Has taken off, explosive out the guts.

I listen out in the distance

For that familiar shit.

A tear from of the Sudden, quiet...

I plead with the merciful; no pardon,

Recoiling defaulted agenda back breaks,

I’ve blamed but

I’ve grown,

Today; Exhausted.

Lost, a chip of an

Incisor; biting down on that

None the wiser.

I did; I thought

I can’t cope with this.

One more.. than one last stitch.

And it’ll be hung high, and

Praised on my walls... will I

Keep them up? For nothing more than

Fame and glory, between the four walls of minds mirrored extrospection.

Art and science will masticate

Inspiringly. For no thing could hide,

Lived and lied, now you’ll survive my

Lifetime, My taxidermy.

I dreamt; I’m unConscious again,

The room; like a photo

Of a place I died as a victim,

A shy and naive child. But replenished

My salvation. And as ordained

As vocation, and victory

Over the trauma and violence

of systemic obfuscation.

I hear often of it’s occurring.

on a park bench all and every day.

Them, like me; steer clear,

Subconsciously.

Yet we wait, dreading when it shall catch us

And detonate.

With psychic spores.

spiral planes, in and out of its worst.

“Besides” - Lampy

Filed in blankets, silk worm gait.

Enriched in old rhymes.

It’s not terrible, nor is it good nor bad.

That is evil in a monster.

Then pets go to heaven,

but where I am the fuck I wonder....

If I’m the one what

sensitive.

Pull the breaks there a fracture

Wishful frog king murderer

Thinking what?

I’m loud.

In that furniture its pics of most mystery

Do you believe on god?

And in the carps sit thought forward:

my fathered plight.

It will always stay the same.

It will always slave this: nay.

Time Is horses.

Horses play.

For the rest of your life.

Whom I wholly trust,

Spend a coin on.

my spell would do ram,

If I cater to them’s.

My lovely sorry old man,

When you treat me unjust,

Who out’ed you now n who run’d you out?

Less anger. There’re purified.

The kind of petrified that’s inherited by nature.

Passed down, from adult to adult.

With love and love unto death,

Numb. Death to this earth.

Death and I won’t in rust,

And I won’t exhaust.

Like the be for their north, the mountains,

The 2 black dogs,

By either side of the entrance

That long wind wayward friend.

At the gates again.

That merry sky feeding and peeling the

wild hearts wide open side and feeling good.

Must be food, if I’m not mistaken.

Coz I’m feeling okay.

Expect it grow

And not fall from its heavens.

Pray it’s burrowed itself deeper into hell.

Fuck off from the fence…

Small Cow.