Do not spoon feed me,

with your fleshy hand


Love has no palate

He's pompous and bland



My belly is tumid

your cream is too thick



You blaze with the fire

our flame has no wick



You burn me to ash

say, "I don't feel a thing"



Light a few matches

your heart doesn't sting



Smoke like a chimney

see if I care



Go on, get wasted

you've minutes to spare



Why not let liquor,

dictate your life?



She's done it before

she'll make a good wife



She won't let you drive

she won't let you speak



She sounds like most women

what more do you seek?



Your blunt and your flask,

they make a good pair



The flask omits me

the blunt omits air



I often bite

I'm like the wind



'Forgive me father?

I have sinned'



Of the seven deadly,

is pride the worst?



Shall I speak with God

or Satan first?



If I ask for God,

I find a queue



If I ask for Satan,

I find you



Is God the devil

when he's drunk?



Has he fits of rage?

Has his liver shrunk?



I love God

you are him, my fiend



Though you've never been handsome

Though you've never been kind



I bleed darkness

down a rusty drain



God, you are my darkness

God, you are my pain