Touch paper
Touch paper spews from his everywhere,
Ice cream cone hat and signs beware.
From his holy sweat and his holey underwear.
From his thoughts, shit, words, and spit.
From throw a fit and his armpit.
From his empty billfolds and a pairless shoe.
He’s a son of the clay and nowhere through.
He’s a one of a kind touch paper zoo.
Fumes and fire shudder behind.
Arrogate champ bump ’n grind.
Dry rain, dead calm winds.
No ends He’s all begins.
Spin the bottle exceed full throttle.
All the same: church bells or a brothel.
It’s not that easy, have you forgot?
You need new physics to make it stop,
When touch paper is placed at a drop
By a crook what claims he’s a cop.
All day sucker speed o’ light gone.
Counterfeit buck dry liaison.
Acquisitive hand or a holy bowl,
Either way he’ll sacrifice you whole.
So he seems and so he sums.
No past tense, no beguns.
Black hole in a paper bag,
You can throw away your cleaning rag.
Throw in power an’ a tower of sin
Add a penny an’ he’ll jump right in.
It’s not that easy, have you forgot?
You need new physics to make it stop,
When touch paper is placed at a drop
By a crook what claims he’s a cop.