Marionettes made to do with hands on strings Serpants smiling squirming savage stings A hope for justice as the pendulum swings You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing
Coarsing through your blood is acid The road now you walk a different passage Woman born of the masses Take all charge and learn to savage
The strings are cut as she thinks better of it Wading through cat piss and smelling dog shit Left burning beside the road is a pigs body and a black leather outfit She smokes a cigarette her only habit
I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
O my sweet heart, make me your marionette… Colour me white, black, green and scarlet Keep me in your Golden heart rich Lets play set all to bewitch Let your hairlocks be my strings Fill your love in my magical