My flavor is the stuff of locusts Hot chili firebrand spitting volcano
teeth Bleeding skies, sulpher mines The foul breath of Satan's favorite
gutter worm You feel me when I'm close - an ice wind of steel stilettos
hammered in your spine Quicksilver nausea spinning, spewing forth and
everything's a mess every posession you ever had - wrecked - lying at your
feet Telegrams that tell you God is dead piled high on the TV The
incessant TV Burbling Distorted A cheesecake nun advertising 20 brands
of sea cow lemon shit in 60 different languages A gargoyle handjives for
the hard of hearing Subliminals Criminals Phoney buisinessmen in thick
rimmed glasses Bad comedians Laughing bags aping the Hallelujah chorus -
the forgotton version - out of key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you
My flavor is cheap perfume on rotting Man-Ray maggots! Dead maggots My
flavor's a wound re-opening by surprise, green fishes eyes flowing out
Wriggling things Gelatinous Still alive and screaming - out of key
(slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavor's a plunging elevator a
millisecond before it hits the cellar A cellar with mutated rats Old -
very old - lost teeth Abortions Garbage So pungent it hums - out of
key (slightly) Just enough to annoy you My flavor's your flavor Deep
within you Hidden Waiting to get out