HEMLOCK STAINED MUTHERFUCKERS

All good Jesuits stand around,
Look in bowls searching for the brown,
Stains and pains of repentant sewers,
Hang those Jews on skewers.

Priestly beasts in golden frocks,
Dance with wolven Goldilocks,
Corpus Christi  ain't too far,
Magnum opus, Terri Garr.

Balancing upon your axis, bold as love, 
Eat them twinkies from above,
Your halos are a creamy stench,
Torpid beauty parlors enslaved by the everpresent urge 
to look for safety in the wombs 
of your hemlock stained motherfuckers.

I saw a ghouly ghouly at the cemetary gate


Marinate your entrails on a barbwire fence, 
You say in conclusion, I say hence.
Pancreatic mantras whispered in your ears, 
Your pancreatic mafia is full of queers.

Lick your contraceptives in a shit-stained car, 
Kill your inhibitions and you'll pass the bar, 
Slyvia Plath likes to lick bell peppers, 
Fuck those ugly yuppies and their matchbook tempers.

Jezebels lead me to an ugly fate,
I tried to hold that fart in:  whoops too late.
Report abusive elders to the magistrate, 
I saw a ghouly ghouly a the cemetary gate.

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