in Soho with my merchandise and a penny for the guy
a breeze through cotton panties
a sinking of the eye
the fetus of cold comfort
with it\'s sperm behind it\'s eye
look no more for the statute law
watch instead the beetles die;
in Soho where the white man dances with his mandolin
fluorescent tubes of candyfloss
plays the devils tambourine
the hated child of sinking flesh
taps the keys of whooping cough
painting dirt upon the windows
for the masturbating moth;
in dungeons with the vagabonds of disenchanted bunnies tail
three cheers for Mary Magdalene
who pretended god was crossed
who gives a toss? we breathe we die
what is it we have lost?
a psalm of celebration
or a palm of fingers lost?
our god walks in his combat boots
as we walk through trenches raw
peace is only our saliva
as we creep about the meat that brings about our eating raw
the shit some call religion
that is nothing but a brawl;