Some kind of
Woolied beneath a Mercy Blanket
Of implied consent to nothing
To the legend of its Christian Name:
I’ve fallen under your funky spell
Ye motley Phantom of Ever-Now
Twisted like a lonely kite in wind
Bobbing in jump to skin my teeth
Now I’m just a crony in that gang
Who lets Mercy have mercy for mercy for
Mercy for mercy for mercy for mercy and
Now you know how soft my belly is.
You know where I keep it.
I let you see it;
What I have shown.
“Oh my belly is so soft too
And burned from the rays
And scarred from Brutitus.
Know me in weakness and be my brother.
We are stronger in numbers, belly cousin.”
I didn’t feel bad at all when I ripped your guts out.
You laughed maniacally, knowing we’d switched places.
You, like a true predator, stalked prey through inflating their virtue.
And shadowed their heart with the difference between Mercy and Justice.
Showing all that no mortal could ever know
1. Who’d gotten a just dessert
2. And who was dishing it out.
3. But from what Fate
Has One been spared?
Turn that frown
All upside down
And eat yourself