I crawled up from the bowels of myself
I guess u'd call that hell
but I stand here as if I were someone else;
the steps before u & strips to her BVDs;
script in hand ready to play
the part the advertisers want
her to read out loud like a borderline
personality; that's what sells they say
in the boardrooms
every day while she walks the streets
of small town ghettos prized above
all the local street meat except Cynthia
who in a jealous fit throws down on
the new ***** & takes a pound of flesh;
sending the witch to the next town
where the mayor's on the take & the sheriff
is head of the local ****;
all that notwithstanding the meteor shower
every eye for miles & she blew out their
windows like a *****-talking hurricane
dictating every word ever
heard over the radio channels;
claiming to own the world
but what does she have but a ***
of boiling **** to pour over the head of Lucifer;
as a birthday/wedding present;
he'll never get out of the hole
her mother's buried him in;
but he says to their little girl
her mother's full of **** & she smells
what he means siding w/ the her father
the devil 'til the end;
Jesus missed the train & had to take
the bus again; late to his own wedding
showing up just in time
to tipped the cabby one stinking dime
saying his picture isn't so it's not his;
but just look at the resemblance
and u can see it says in god we trust  
but if I were god I wouldn't trust me;
weren't u the girl in blonde
pig-tails sitting on the bus next to me;

the Supreme Court
gives orders to the nation
between jacked cups of Ovaltine;
I hope the revolution comes  
& kicks their ***; throw the bums out & down
the granite steps of a failed judiciary
& hand the devil a glass of Ovaltine;
let the devil takes over so everything
can go to hell & we can all be happy
w/ the sockets in our heads telling
us to act our most desperate desires
leaping straight into the seething pit
of paradise's fire where the ladies
of eternal night are forever at play