Please do not come here
You are not welcome in my tent.
I have cover but for you not
If you can recover from your simularity
Beware my Devils' occupational therapy.
Could he wish for such discrepancy
It would not appear
Even in mirrors or blind halls
I can feel your clench on my balls
But you are not welcome here in my hallowed halls.
I am not a dog but my best friend is
He wonders why i fall and have not four legs
Staring at me from his cuddly compound on the couch
Marble eyes piercing my peace of mind.
Balance as i can i stumble on my hinds
Unless i have a walking frame that makes no sense.
I cannot answer your calls, i am diminished
Labelled as a 'stupid old cunt', i complain
But there is no chaplain here claiming to represent God
So i am alone resisting the thoughts of justice that becomes none
If i do not acceed i will be undone
By the arithmatics of accountacy
I plead to my solicitor to let me be
But he cannot because he is not free from signs of which he cannot agree
So he watches my steps as though he were God
But he does not know nought 'cept a ledger of my sins
And my bin fulls of meaningless shit that came from me but has no smell
Other than my notoriety i am not whole.
I am weary of confrontation but you still bring it here
What do you not understand of my being alone
This is not my confessional to see me undone
But my question to you - mother fucker - is none.
You give me no answer but cover your arse
All i can do is sleep and hope this will pass.
I am God but I feel as a god who made a mistake
My dog is not a god even though I stroke his fur to take me further away
He knows not his claws can damage and lead me astray.
So I await the calamity I have caused to revenge upon me
Blindfolded I pace my cell awaiting your call
Wasting time looking for open doors in your hall.
But you cannot stop the gravity of my fall
Nor listen to the bounce of my body within your soul
Of what is right but not wrong.
So I shovel shit from my sewer and it is never enough
To be rid of you
And I should not care of the weight on my shoulders but you have driven me insane.
Your flapping birds of prey should pray
To not venture upon this table on which I feed
As I patrol my spaces armoured with wings to get away.
You may not hear my pleading as I bleed
You have no feeling unless I cut you off at the knees
So as you cannot kneel I cannot feel.
You refer to the wrong dictionary regarding dissent
It is not my fault the camels invaded your tent and fucked your whores
But I will track you down.
Does my dog know I kiss him
A smothering of my lips on his snout
His nose is bigger than his brain
And vaccums smells
That I cannot see.
But he plods carefully alongside me
Stopping only to smell and pee.
He has no concept of humans
But gravitates towards love
And has no concept of pain and bleeding skirts.
Wandering amongst ankles wondering upon what to chew
He is selective and can make his enemies bleed
So he walks beside me
Awaiting the order to heed.
And paces silently awaiting me to pause.
He wanders his nose chasing his paws
For a smell of satisfaction that he was here
Sratching at the pain in his arse
Trying to sleep but his time has passed.