Hell Yeah!
By MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Uh oh… the words are all piling up,
the jumbled semantics of poets and preachers,
politicians of serious whack… On the attack.

Appealing to a slap shot cluttered crap shoot
of fixed dice rattling in the bone cage
of hungry skeletons puking snake eyes.

Nicotine stained lungs wheezing
in a back room poker marathon.

Dealing arsenals of mass destruction
to states of contention, raking pots
of envy, greed and lust.

This wheel of mis-fortune spins
it’s phallic tongue slapping
tack, tack, tack
on thighs of destiny.

As the pawns cry,
the knights and bishops
play eat the cake
with the guillotine queen
and the kings wardrobe
of sunburned flesh
splays fat.

And the chorus goes,
do, to do, do, to do, do, do
do, to do, do, to do, do, do
do, to do, do, to do, do, do
do, to do, do, to do, do, do
dooooo

This is our inheritance,
trembling seductive meat,
succulent passions of crime.

Oh how we adore thee…

If only we could tear the sun
out of the sky and sear
black hearts golden.

We could walk the bloody streets
of Utopia and smile a benediction
upon Hell thankful for purpose.