I
coconuts are shy
only black on the outside
I’m the opposite
stopped deleting my
darkest tweets & vilest deeds
drunk to killing cells
hear me out you dumb
learn what rotten things I’ve been
from the age of five
yes confession time
you don’t want to know OK
telling anyhow
shot the Kennedys
back in the Sixties my room
overlooked the scene
II
I was whispering
in the fat dictator’s ear
forty years before
he was ill disposed
coulda had the jerk deposed
if it suited me
used him like a dog
guarding secret moves I’d made
undermining states
Germany came next
yes the devil is my slave
though he’s never known
worships me of old
sent his son to round you up
meet the Holy Ghost
III
by the way I’m dead
never been alive in fact
only passing through
iteration imp
teen a copulation clone
just a rolling stone
plain detritus dressed
up in spiky clothing best
casting me aside
but you can’t I find
out & then come round with friends
called The Communards
sitting on your bed
sure we’ll get along in time
choke like nuts on wine
IV
Mary had a lamb
fleece so white an old man’s beard
wouldna been as weird
slaughtered it in cold
blood though butter wouldn’t melt
innocently she
sold the world its chops
gave the heart to kingpins cops
got the offal box
those who ate his meat
straight became these hands and feet
Mary was the brains
oh what fun was had
meddling with her worshippers
still they call me Lord
V
curses are my ace
spadework dating back at least
two millennia
Pilate sealed his fate
on my watch the boy did great
washed his hands in wine
then we moved the Jews
split their land with Arabs Druze
poor Samaritans
waited till the Romans got
faith then let some other cats
overrun the place
promises I kept
saying do this after tea
take some flesh & blood
VI
now my China plot
jumped from bats to pangolins
in the market down
Wuhan way to score
Zoonosis my new name
old magician’s game
not the CIA
don’t believe a thing I say
look to what I do
world disruption got
loads of planets on the go
galaxies of stars
what you’re up against
ain’t no leap of faith the truth
beggars all belief
VII
here’s the spoiler sex
reproduction is the key
I’m recycled waste
all you gotta do’s
rule me out I’m not your dude
segregate my lines
don’t get married young
wear a condom play the field
cell by cell I mean
universe ain’t bad
evil thing is sweeping thugs
under silken rugs
else you’ll get a fake
chocolate Easter Egg like me
Busg’ll rule the world
Nnnnnnn! |
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