Cenotaph

In the mirrored eyes not the cunt you thunk
gestized jesters in the moon light
jest Jah warming gestures warm as spunk
we are aliens mystified grappling the water
history of slight sty's decipher whales baptized
in the fire of war and documenting only after
evolution of laughter
thin as cellophane spread out as the slaughter
telepathize reverse of the genocide
scrutinize on message to my brain
from the thigh herd dimension of left to your stain
instated counter production
under the cleft palate sews young bodies
hung souls bronze the gold plates of the rank
just to walk the plank welcome waves
after all that's the long and short of think tank
the shot and song senses prevail
under winds of the small wart hog's dick stank
this is not my smile in the dawn of the rough life shingles
this is violent words from my tongue to the ears of beautiful people