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Here it comes

Such screaming inside my head

I’m playing by the water chasing Mother Nature’s daughter

With her simian stride and Sapphic pride

All fat and furry and reeking of curry

She’s a belle

There’s a tippler from the street and he’s got webbed feet

With toothpick legs and eyes like eggs

All yellow and young with a septic tongue

He’s a goose

All day as yeomen toil

Hair like worms and teeth like soil

All night the fiddler bows

The emperor bows and chews his toes

Here it comes

Such screaming inside my head

Mad Maudlin lifts her skirt

She’s good for a squat and a squirt

Hey ho, away we go with

Six dicks for every doe

Here it comes

Such screaming inside my head

Bedtime for Bedlamites

Out of mind and out of sight

Midnight and moonbeams

Wet brains and wet dreams

I’m crawling like a crab and the geeks all laugh

As the watchman smites me with his staff

All firm and black to break my back

It’s a show

There’s a pudding shaped glutton and he’s covered all in mutton

With a gelatin lip and jowls that drip

All gibbering and wild like a churlish child

He’s a Hun

All day the matrons mull

The jester grins and thumps his skull

All night the pedagogue weeps

His fingernails give me the creeps

Here it comes

Such screaming inside my head

«Don't squirm» the mars man squeals

And whispers just how good it feels

«Don't stop» the harlot moans

Methuselah grins while Atlas groans

Here it comes

Such screaming inside my head

All day as yeomen toil, hair like worms and teeth like soil

Mad Maudlin lifts her skirt, she’s good for a squat and a squirt

All night the fiddler bows, the emperor bows and chews his toes

Bedtime for bedlamites

Out of mind and out of sight.

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