My Curmudgeon

You look around
And there's your friend
Tied neatly in love
All full of rags
And himself

The daylight a halo
Upon our secret-agent-of-the-heart
In his wankstain goatee

And the Lord said
"Let there be lepers"
I know your tricks;
You want to be happy
You want to be a shadow;
You want to be a good memory
Already

Christ above, the cunts
They want to understand life!
Well, there's a hole in the wall
For you to fall in
Yes there is

You won't find pleasure
Until you've given up on joy
Eat those tears, if you're really fucking hungry

And don't insult me
With the notion of 'worthwhile' -
Only the best
The very best
Will do, here

Dream yourself shitless while you
Still have an anus to be embarrassed with
I didn't call you 'Asshole' for nothing
When I saw you cower, like
A man in power

Those nightmares will never forgive you
For waking up
So full of yourself with pain
And horror

You tit

Love came back to haunt you
Insults are your only friends now
You know the blood be bubbling
And the crows be croaking
When you see it die
With your own sorry, sorry eyes

Did they never tell you
That you don't have a heart
Until it's broken

The wind almost a sigh, she looked down
And fiddled with narcotics
Bad brew, and a window
Of soot

An uwed widow
All early-mourning and ready
For a lashing
Of the long-taut spirit

She was the beauty
That stopped the breeze
And she stared solemnly
At her trembling fingers
Black-clad and bonny
And a long, cold silence

As still as a corpse in a wire
She did allow
Only the sunlight
Its tepid warmth

And only the gob-stains
Their Godless pride
Until the day
Gave up waiting
To breathe