Wednesday 1 August 2007

Ark!

Gulls of Hell
Gulls of Hell
Imploring me with Satan’s colossal bell


Your beaky bidding is all I find
In the enslaved recesses of my mind
Bin sacks bequeathed for you
In Your World
Cold chips not warmed by the hot oil of Hell
Hanging limp from The Beak
Fishy smell


Foolish mortals infect the land below
What are these doorstep eateries coming to?
Throw out a child for GULL to chew
Shit cunt poo on you
Fish pie cooked by number thirty five
Staring from the goldfish bowl
Is he STILL alive?


The future is here in Kemptown
Forced terrorisation upon the ground
Screaming down our turd
Prey of the bird
Time for gull rights and ethics
For one roof of gull
FOR US ALL


Gulls of Hell
Gulls of Hell
Imploring me with Satan’s colossal bell
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