Paper Cunts

I saw the way you winked at me
feather lashes and mandrill teeth
the paper cunts that I left for you
heavy TVs and blinking glue
Asthmatic howls from lycanthropes
Hairlips sewn from my ghost notes
I hitched a ride in a primer czar
from a headless torso in a topless bar
Come on now
Clawing out the pick of sinners
lean into the stockades and take a picture
I set the traps where ankles fold
assuming I can take control
to spit a cancer and watch it bleed
the cat morgues have all planted seeds
They try and pull my stinger off
but this radiation just makes me cough
your excrement is nourishment
not even faith can rid you of your devils
I’ve got the heels of an overbite
the earth is flat when your day is night
all of a sudden they bleach your skin
dumping from the Vincent Thomas bridge
The case ain’t settled, this place ain’t fit
has the donor started asking questions yet
Has the donor started asking questions yet