Man, I have decomposed into a grizzled, malcontent troll with an inner voice just like a jealous Darby O'Gill lately. I think I can actually feel a tiny Darby slithering near my esophagus, telling me how anyone who is happy and beautiful sucks d-hole. If there is beauty anywhere, my inner Darby will reveal better reasons to HATE and pine for beauty's extinction through brutality. His jealous wrath has no mercy; even dewdrops look like rapist cum.
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ADRIANE SCHRAMMDear sad roundy hesher. I saw you sitting sadly, in your office gear.
Buttoned, squeezed, a tie noosed under your beard.
I saw you at the corner Chinese carry out
Awaiting noodles with an inconsolable pout.
Pulling at your stiff collars
Squirmy in your khaki dockers.
"Metal Up Your Ass" still smells like Snuggle,
when it should smell like sweaty beasty struggle.
"Hell Awaits" is waiting to be donned.
oh sad metal dude, I am dreaming of your schlong.
A schlong free of khaki pleating
An Overkill tee will get me squealing.
We shall unleash those neckties from 'round yo head
and use them to tie each other to the bed!
