landmine

My blood-brother's hand-me-downs,
Ah, you twisted fuck,
Who will buy this snake oil?

But it isn't oil, and, God forbid,
A stunning lack o' snake,
But only a fool doth trot into
Yon landmine and smile that big ol'
Cheshire.

Grinning bastard, ridden into submission,
Oh, the ol' ways.
Oh, that faint remembrance whipped up
Into a fever, in-the-moment type consternation,
Twitch, twitch and then ya big oaf, just content.

Christ yr easy, and yon beard must
A lot greyer be, because you ain't
Sellin' no one on yr so-called maturity,
Unripe banana, silly kitty cat--

'Twas nice to paw, meow, meow--

Children's games, you know the rules quiet well,
The standard note-passing, locker-talk
Fare (always a bridesmaid, never the topic)--
But here ye be on stage, and, Hark!, thou
hast the hero dispatch'd,
'Zounds!
Ye villain.

Titter, but it's earnest, intent,
For the sake of it, will not me
A cat lead to be, but 'twas suffering
Lead me here, and a noble goal,
No doubt, to end that painful art.