by William Skink

Part I

altruistic is a word
plucking on the strings of heart
and mother fucking is a phrase
or, a more accurate place to start

begin the scheme a century back
when mother fucking was scaled down
petroleum pills and a Rhodes wolf pack
had long-term erections for the crown

all that planning produces fruit
which their fangs will soon enjoy
mother fucking is a real hoot
if we meekly accept their ploy

don't know about you, fabric face
but I'm not keen on their control
it's your choice to give consent
and follow where they say to go

Part II

impatient as the day is loud
you mother fuckers condescend
behind your punk-ass, little shroud
your mother fucking time will end

Matthew's dust outside of time
has the reach of real love
not smart-dust ejaculate from psycho minds
storming heaven with iron gloves

nutter butter and ego yeast
are nasty factors evil bakes
for poisoned loaves that prance like beasts
chasing sparks to eviscerate

mother fuckers, you've had your fun
black threads dance like nano worms
the zenith of your demented sun
now recedes so the heart can burn...

your sickness