in soho with my merchandise and a penny for the guy

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;