Methadone Mum

Methadone Mum

Oh methadone mum when will you come to clean my room

It's never too late to waste your life and taste the jive

Oh please my dear methadone mum what's on your mind right now?

Do you still embark on your burning yearning of earning no money,

while blasting your drum beats unheard of,you chuckle all the time while drinking no wine

now that is fine and now it's mine!

Imagine methadone mum will scratch some fun out of time and create some pun

Will it be the end of times and erect my slumber of all time?

Oh methadone mum please have some fun and brush your teeth so you don't dare and care

to breath!

Just share some vile heptatonic piles with me and get ready to stumble over me

because now I am going to testify to the supreme court of disgustice for your courtesy

of no return.

There is a single quarry out there that is haunting you and wanting you to

taste the flesh of sour stone!

Just take the chance in advance and flourish for the sake of glory and bequeath

all your fluid brew to me my dear metatron mum

But wait it is  Megatron himself  who will prevail for he is the real deal

to steal  my methadone mum from me.

He will give her all she needs to overcome the urge to bloom as a quarryologist.

For all he has to do is tackling and slapping all the bits and bytes out of my dead head

for I am the lord of methadone mum and it is no fun