And for this you wanted.
All us forsaken freaks.
And i drank from your
same draught and accused you
of the same deeds.
Cut the monkey's hand and
hang it from your neck.
Your curses are not far from
the shores of your slavish
Fill you fucking coffers
and lick the roots of your
securities. You'll find those blessings
washed up on those very same beaches.
Your slanderous letters and your vile
associations. Shake hands with the boss
because the owner doesn't want to fight.
He'll sell you out for the prospect
of shoelaces and his logo on
your properties. Your fucking gifts have
the smack of smallpox and not
even your filthy blankets are big enough
to wrap warmth up inside.
I know i did it, i laced the necklace
through its boney wrist. The incantations
i recited i learned by marching in
time. Your wishes will come true.
Your vanities yield definate results. While
i'm a failure, i'm not your failure anymore.