sipping
iocane powder
in anticipation of my vengeance

dreams of
dim witted gentlemen
choking
on vials of their own arrogance
allow joy
through the sacrifice for ironic justice.

You're the needle ***** to our contraception
your seed swims sick through tunnel vision
you contradict your contradictions
direct your horses to Gallup opinion

Take a sip from your golden chalice
you've poisoned our wine with Iocane powders
your time ticks of Lyme diseased malice
fictitious fortunes, SEC counts the hours

Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
For You

They will perhaps say I was mad
They are not exactly wrong

Oh so many hospitals
But so many more little songs

Chaos and confusion
I now feel late along

Early Roman Kings
I came up Daddy Ding ****

If my court Sicilian
Iocane - but I'm still strong!