Lullabies For The Trendy Times

Ah the sheer glowing irony of nothingness
How I praises thee from the bottom of my boots
In view of thy loaded foaming mouth of filth
Insacred as such I would spit on thy face

Oh so rotten and wretched and putrid your name
Pining forlorn I could piss and move on
If only these coils be withered all at once
And be plugged this foul stench oh so humid euphoria!

But cursed so am I these naive indentions
With malice embrace that coils beyond truths
That only be I that knew of these sins
And none would think by with cards or with hearts!

Ah the sheer glowing fate my intimate Master
Pulling and so stooping I bow to thy Dunce-ness
And dances all night long with my face full of glee
This rabid propensity that longed for dis-empathy

But showered me not mere dust on the grave
Of looted pollution delusions of grandeur
Melded chaotic as if its today
Then crashed like economy this dank mossy chapel

Ah so this is the end or this be the end
My abominations to all and nothing at once
I failed to deliver this slime off its teats
But what oh I've discovered--this black 'tis of me!

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2010