Chicken Coopin'

Rippin spitten’ kitten 

shittin’ finger lickin’ 

anus splitten’ chicken 

coopin’ tale bone

 tearing torn the

 teathered tied together.

 Bitchin’ fishin’

 trippin’ now the weathers

 getting better

 and I’m itchin’ inside

elbows, scratchin’,

 hatching from an egg

 an’ catchin’

 kitchen cupboard rats

 and flat pack helicopters

 cardboard hard hat,

 scarred and crippled,

 toppled, tippled nipples,

 wittled worm 

from spit and piss

 it’s hard to hear

 the sushi

 cookin’ especially

 from where your lookin’,

 hastily replace the taste,

 wasting,

 wait embrace the hate or state

 the latest greatest breakaway erase the haste,

 it’s time to take a holiday inside your face

 or face the fear and listen hear

 cause we are getting nowhere near

, stear clear,

 fancy free,

 from triple tiered apathy.

 Buttered ears

 fried in beer

 eye spie tye die

 disappear

. Psyched replies from pickled pirates sickly sweet and sterilised.