as mad as a March Hare on crack
glistening in black
listening to the mellow mood of loves\' defiant void.
on crooked stilts in high surrounds
standing naked as my sun-baked skin
forrages for the darkened sisters futuristic metal limbs
dredging the weary wood for the bootleg tapes of animated scrawls.
despairing dives of Saturns\' rings
swimming with the Dolphins pride in search of the Tiger Prawn
draws ever insightful eyes from Beechwood frowns and the peeping Lilacs\' flares.
like broken light on the column of mental plague
I am one with the coated arms on diamond sticks
reflecting the pounding swarm of deaths deserting honour.
spitting bullets into my spine
mulled wine dripping onto the flavoured torso of my swollen vanillas\' pod
in my bowler hat with my walking cane for disabled wheat
limping with my scarecrow mood on Libra\'s painted nose.
so sweet my taste of failiure
my scented eyes crossed with the palms of submissive hands
stroking my leather with feathers dipped in an iron brew.
too few the hearts I have been taught to hate
with my Winchester cheese ruptured and squandered by a plague of Locusts feet
in my tramps shoes dancing the tango with unwelcomed ladyboy
I am a toy for the love of anal meat
as mad as a March Hare on crack!