Lakeside Kickin It

-'And so do I. It’s naturally cooler in the woods, the sun doesn’t shine.'
'But not this much cooler.'
—'I don’t like it.'
Scuba dive through a sewage pipe to a lost realm
The strangest tinkling, an Angel’s fingertips
Ancient villager bathing in a hidden lake
Piranha flesh torn apart by my liquid blade
Modern day Mowgli, bamboo acoustics
Music from the treetops, mixed by the Ewoks
Slide through the thickets, cause typhoons and blizzards
Then emerge the other side looking slightly suspicious
I storm your encampment
With poisonous parasites
Lord of the banquet, vulture with an appetite
Born in Atlantis, delta based occupant
Stick you in a hole
Then filter out the oxygen
I poke your horrid little eyes out
Then proceed
To lead you back to by holly bush hideout
Deep in the forest
I lock you in my house of secrets
The name’s Trellion, welcome to the outer regions
Yo, guttersnipe butterfly
Flutter through the jungle
Dusty little fuckwit, utterly disgusting
High grade hypnotist, fingertips glistening
All night
Till I hear paradise whispering
Waterfall log flume
Subdued artefact
Early bird, open coconuts with a rhino’s horn
Snuffing poachers
Flipping trucks, staying focused
A ghostly spirit, mostly I just pray unnoticed
Necking potions
I live in the forgotten marshes
Flocking archers, shielding arrows with a rotten carcass
Dropping targets
Highly trained species
Developed in a lab somewhere off the coast of nowhere
Underwater bunker
Shattering the glass panes
Red alert sirens as I swam to the surface