Grotesque Through Incoherence Scarecrow
Too many animals, too many collapse before their time
homie that’s sad
Stay aware homie, I pour some ink. Barbarism, I write, I
sum up in a landscape hooked by a slipstream of tears and
blood.
Human, yeah, so called friend but fake to love them, jerk
off, ceapon in hand
Dance at the gun dealer, drawing the fate of his feast,
hey you
Don’t come to test me through the CD. I’m the one to
smoke you bastard poacher.
Poacher, if you had known I’m gonna, if I catch you,
slash your arms
Knock you up and down, kickboxing you, feeding the sharks
or the hyenas in the savannah, that fits the same !
You bitch, freshened up, togged up, one hundred per cent
bestially filled.
Fashion show, disguised, sponsored hunter, turn the coat
rather than occulting the slaughtered. No joke stopping
is sacred, those oceanic bleeding harpoons maximum
overkill enough thrill, writing, moving on up stop it
shouts out to WWF...
Meat hook, what the f..ck !
So much baby seals, stocked secretary’s coat cut out to
bottom, well sized up, signed by tormentor.
Don’t keep under silence, feelingless, dismembering alive
hundreds of endangered species.
It gets usual and the more I know man the more I love my
cat.
