The sniper on suicide watch, crawled back inside my head
So enigmatic and dangerous, so impressively well read;
Sure, So I pole pranced at the Monkey Club
And rent my hydroponics – from a Babylon in the pub.
But I’m an enigma, a polymath, a necromancer
And never forget, I’m a fucking excellent dancer!
Understanding beyond good, see my evil Id now rising
Das ich my dear, I swear it’s really quite surprising!
Binge to perfection, and then commence a literary rant
Conversing in lingua franca, while quoting bits of Kant;
I’m pretentious yes; but uniquely quite stable
Each rung is a metaphor, crawling up my tower of Babel.
I’m so absorbed in Spintronics and nuclear fission hot rods
Oh but they can be such bastards, such persistent little sods.
I annex an eccentric character, most boisterous and stout
But on the train into East Croydon, I take my pistol out.
From bosom of Bacchus, live sumptuously and learn
While stoned off ones face – watching galaxies burn;
It’s only you and me now, so forget your profits and peers
An unstable model of survival prays on the innocent’s fears.
The Grudge Bearers profess, there’s no absence of malice
Yet they riot and party tonight, in a scruffy Buckingham palace;
I’ll be both your hero and heroin through the bloody schism
Extract gratification in rituals, like the pleasure of exorcism!
From the Avant Guarde binge, I’m on a forty day fast
Must remember to cancel – my life subscription to Blast.
So with no one at the helm, we’re left to join the dots
I giggle like an exuberant deviant – at naughty pop shots.
If you wander into my Psyche, with random time to kill
To suffer self abuse – screaming dullard, you imbecile!
Mankind, now crushed by the wheels of the CPU chariot
While professing to the gospel, of jolly Judas Iscariot,
Procrastinate about your life, because that it’s all gone viral
And enjoy the anonymity, in a sparkling downward spiral;
Beyond the pleasure threshold, faith is a depressing affliction
But this smells more of art noir than an underground addiction.
I duly purchased my tickets, at the eloquent Cosmic Dome
To the life performance called: “Where WILL my conscious roam?”
