cup of piss ballad

 to those without songs

who whisper into stones

and mark the chimneys

with signs

my sinus blew and cast

a thousand ships

to purgatory

the devil whipped angel wings

wish for the ocean

to fully give a blessing

to the land

a dark ruined crypt

is for a poet enough

and let the nethermouth

resonate with merriment

though the tourist business

doesent improve

i wish for a castle street party

were compared to a tomb

where i can blabber

and doollaly gasp

for ninteen hundred men

a bladder bagpipe

cures the thistle

that grows on maori land

they have there hymns

there waiatas for girl

and men

for such common warts

apply a mask

to stop hesitant

to resume

lords let out your song

yell for what the common man have left

2;the tree from which im hanging

shows that i survive

although im dangling

its exciting thought for i

who sing

when life is wrangling

from deaths hand

but dunbar chaucer

keep a nice made bed

candle lit for me

with an ouija board

that dictates my sworn

one and only

lonely song

3;no more

the spew that sulked the rubbish bin

the fornicating students

drinking piss and committing sodomy

are all once here

no more i swear

to homes across the country

they have gone

so ta ta

next year the bacchanal

does go on

4;please oh god

accept me singing

and hold accountable only me

for the words that come springing

from demon gaiety

i still have a spring in my step

in a song

that whistles

im free